I hear you and get it @goatprairie It just saddens me that a child’s life will be over.
It’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.
I’m just damned grateful we didn’t kill anybody when we were chucking those balloons off that bridge. How differently somebody’s life and mine could have turned out. It gives me shivers just to think about it.
When I was a kid our neighborhood ballfield was right next to the railroad tracks. We used to wave at the hobos and the people who worked on the passenger trains.
Every now and then some kid would pick up a rock and throw it at a freight car. I did that one time. I hit the side of the freight car with a large rock that made a nice loud sound.
I immediately felt ashamed for following the leader. It was stupid, but I did it. Nobody but the dented boxcar was hurt, but the principle was the same....I threw something at something I shouldn't have thrown at.
If my dad had found out, he would have whipped me good. And I would have deserved it.
p.s. we used to slide down a hill on the side of an overpass above the rails which was railroad property. Signs were posted about trespassing. One time after doing a little trespassing i.e. sliding down the hill on cardboard boxes, I left my friends to go home for some reason.
Later that day I saw two of my friends being escorted to their homes by a railroad dick to have a talk with their parents.
Breathed a huge sigh of relief there. I would have been in for another whipping if the dick had talked to my father who never spared the rod.