Was born Feb. 1949.
Walked 1 mile to kindergarten, 2 miles to grammar school (no, it wasn't uphill both ways).
Jumped off roofs with towel capes.
Jumped off friend's 2nd story back porch on a dare...one leg landed on gas meter (ankle sprain).
Competing with above friend on who could jump farthest from swing, went head on into fieldstone wall....and won (3 stitches)
Fell out of attic's pull-down ladder, landed on back, flattening my home-made wooden soap box car.
Stuck the metal wire I removed from a glass Christmas tree ball into a 120VAC wall outlet (burned finger and thumb)
With transformer still on and speed lever pegged, laid across Lionel 027 gauge electric train tracks to correct a derailment and heated up my dog tag chain to red hot, left red tattoo shaped like metal beads on neck for a week.
Rode bikes with no helmet, no fenders, not even a chain guard.
Naturally, our '48 Hudson, '50 Cadillac and '57 Ford wagon had metal dashboards, protruding knobs, no seat belts.
Mowed yards MANY times with gas-powered 22" rotary lawn mower beginning at age 8.
Swam hundreds of times in rivers, lakes and oceans; been drug out and under by HUGE waves, undertows and rip currents in Atlantic; have swallowed many gallons of salt water.
Obviously, I'm still among the living and have ALL my fingers and toes and both eyes. I was and still am, blessed.
Yeah, us boomers are a bunch of pussies......
