When I grew up we never wore helmets when riding bikes (I still don't) and we built death defying ramps out of any spare scrap, we always had bandaids on us. Mom used mercurochrome on all our injuries which was worse than the scrape itself. As teenagers if we didn't have a timing gun we would ride on the engine of the car, hood up, down the street to adjust the distributor cap until it "ran" right. Jumping off of bridges was a regular passtime in the summer. When we were little during the summer mom woke us up early and gave us breakfast (at the table no TV) and then we were locked outside until lunch (I guess so she could be alone to make our polyester Sunday suits that matched). You could not get back in unless you were bleeding (and knowing the pain of mercurochrome we hid injuries with mud) We drank from the hose and often caught and cooked fish from the ponds and creeks around over fires. We spent the day catching snakes in the creek or digging giant holes in the ground to make our forts. Basically, we had lots of fun and did not need consumer products like computers, tv, video etc etc. Doing all these things we learned how to do things and not get hurt in the process. We have made our society safer, but I often wonder if we damaged our view of life and living in the process. Somewhere along the line, while becoming safer, we became afraid to death of everything and made a rule to always blame someone else for our dumb decisions. To some degree that pushed companies to build dangerous things smarter and safer which is good - seatbelts were a novelty when we actually had them in cars, but a great idea for sure. But, people die and there is not way around that; but did they live while they could? Just my .02 on all that.