A sudden memory hit me this morning - do you remember when parents were less concerned for our safety? Seriously, now. This popped into my head when I recalled that my parents used to fit 6 people into a 1982 Volkswagen Rabbit. Here's the configuration:
Mom and Dad
Grown-up Passengers
Children
Now, there was no third bench seat in the Rabbit.
There was, however, a hatchback trunk that could easily fit two five year olds, if they promised not to play rough.
This means, of course, that if there had been a collision from the rear, there'd be Kevin Paste spread over a large portion of the south's highways and byways.
Now I see kids with their complex child seats until they're age 11 or something and wonder how I ever made it. How I survived falling off the monkey bars. How I survived creeks full of leeches and crawfish. How I survived anything.
Mom and Dad
Grown-up Passengers
Children
Now, there was no third bench seat in the Rabbit.
There was, however, a hatchback trunk that could easily fit two five year olds, if they promised not to play rough.
This means, of course, that if there had been a collision from the rear, there'd be Kevin Paste spread over a large portion of the south's highways and byways.
Now I see kids with their complex child seats until they're age 11 or something and wonder how I ever made it. How I survived falling off the monkey bars. How I survived creeks full of leeches and crawfish. How I survived anything.
