5 thoughts on “Growing up”

  1. My knowledge of Jewish tradition is a little shaky, but I think one of the ceremonies a child must perform at his bar mitzvah is opening a child-proof cap. Until he can do this, he is not a man.

  2. I vaguely remember learning how to do that when I was about 4 or so. This resulted in anything even slightly dangerous going to the top shelves of the cupboards.

    I learned how to climb up the cupboards.

    I’m surprised I survived being a kid!

  3. Reminds me of several situations, when I was about five or six years old:

    My mother had to take medicine, could not open the “child-proof” bottle, and asked me to open it. I had no problems with that. She did. And still has.

    The “child-proof” locks for the german 220V power outlets were never a problem, it took me about 10 Minutes to figure out how they work and how to remove them without the “key”, using just a small screwdriver.

    Another day, I scared my grandma nearly to death. I asked her for a pair of metal knitting neadles, took them into my room, and inserted them into a power outlet, right in front of her eyes. My father, a certified electrician, disconnected exactly that outlet and cut the wires a few days ago, because it was outdated (no PE contact) and useless, but my grandma did not know that. VERY funny … – And it became even better when my mother acted the innocent and asked her “Why? What’s the problem with him sticking needles into power outlets?”

    Our parents explained us the dangerous things in the world, medicine, electricity, fire, alcohol, red traffic lights, cleaning chemicals, and so on. We knew what we must never do, and we never did. We survived childhood unharmed without most of the child protection devices available today. Our main protectiond device was our brain.

    Because my father repaired electrical devices at home, there were nearly always several electrtical devices opened and connected to a power outlet. Medicine was in reach of us children; and so were alcohol and cleaning chemicals. Statistically, we should have died every five minutes … 😉


  4. Child-proof anything is an insult to the kid’s intelligence, in the same way security screws on an items I own are insult to mine. I believe in teaching the child how to open these, and why not to.

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