Being 'free to roam over vast tracts; kids exploring the world — unsupervised and at our leisure, negotiating the rules as we went, getting on with it or ...'. I wish my own kids and grandkids – and all kids – could savour and soak in this kind of experience too.
I did grow up the countryside around, but on the other side of the barbed wire fence in a boarding school. We broke all the rules, explored in the veld and found a measure of freedom while temporarily escaping the constraints of a highly regimented system.
I wonder how those experiences of unconstrained adventure fostered your (or my) outlook, shaped future philosophical perspectives, leading to an attraction to working with hands and with wood? I know of a few creative minds who followed a path through political activism, to later find a sense of purpose in this medium.
Being free to roam was an absolute blessing for me. Old abandoned victorian industrial areas, discontinued stations for coal trains and rugged coast lines and all without any technology no risk assessments, no PPE and only an agreement I'd be back for tea. They were good times. Sure, there's a few cuts and scapes but each one was a learning lesson in how not to die.
"... Old abandoned victorian industrial areas ..."
I can imagine! The depth of industrial heritage around your way is ... unsurpassed. I did a bit of 'post-industrial exploration' myself, as a young man when I moved into town. Oslo used to have a fair bit of industry and ship-building, but most of it was derelict when I moved 'back home' (late eighties). The huge, old buildings and machine halls were deserted but still not renovated and turned into yuppie status projects; you could still sneak in and explore ... or arrange parties and raves :-)
It is important to uphold positive forms of masculinity, regardless of how they might be painted with broad brushes.
Very true!
Being 'free to roam over vast tracts; kids exploring the world — unsupervised and at our leisure, negotiating the rules as we went, getting on with it or ...'. I wish my own kids and grandkids – and all kids – could savour and soak in this kind of experience too.
I did grow up the countryside around, but on the other side of the barbed wire fence in a boarding school. We broke all the rules, explored in the veld and found a measure of freedom while temporarily escaping the constraints of a highly regimented system.
I wonder how those experiences of unconstrained adventure fostered your (or my) outlook, shaped future philosophical perspectives, leading to an attraction to working with hands and with wood? I know of a few creative minds who followed a path through political activism, to later find a sense of purpose in this medium.
Is there something subversive in sawdust?
" ... explored in the veld ..."
You grew up in South Africa?
"Is there something subversive in sawdust?"
It's a sickness, I tell you! Like a mania! A SICKNESS!
:-)
Being free to roam was an absolute blessing for me. Old abandoned victorian industrial areas, discontinued stations for coal trains and rugged coast lines and all without any technology no risk assessments, no PPE and only an agreement I'd be back for tea. They were good times. Sure, there's a few cuts and scapes but each one was a learning lesson in how not to die.
"... Old abandoned victorian industrial areas ..."
I can imagine! The depth of industrial heritage around your way is ... unsurpassed. I did a bit of 'post-industrial exploration' myself, as a young man when I moved into town. Oslo used to have a fair bit of industry and ship-building, but most of it was derelict when I moved 'back home' (late eighties). The huge, old buildings and machine halls were deserted but still not renovated and turned into yuppie status projects; you could still sneak in and explore ... or arrange parties and raves :-)