Looking at the photo of these two boys I ask myself, why stop at the tree hut? The Nelson City Council tore it down because if someone fell from it they might injure themselves. But the two boys are still in the tree well above ground. Why not chop down the entire tree? And any other council tree they might choose to climb and fall from. That is the logical extension of their initial action.
This reminds me about the notice that appeared on a tree in our street. Two boys had attached a basketball hoop to it before a nasty notice appeared warning them to remove the hoop or face a fine. The tree is 'protected'. Just like the Nelson boys are being 'protected'.
Protected. What an abused word. Try stifled, constrained, prevented, forbidden. My guess is around 90 percent of people do not agree with council's 'protective' actions. But there is also a lurking 10 percent of control freaks winning the day. How do we fight them? Usually they operate under the cloak of anonymity. Who are these people and what drives them? Do they see themselves as superior beings with greater foresight and therefore a duty to act? Do they regard themselves as selfless and altruistic in their concern for their fellow human-beings every safety? Or are they grumpy, miserable old farts and fartesses who can't abide the laughter and chatter of excited children?
What we desperately need more than anything else is protection from them - not ourselves.
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4 comments:
The 10% you refer to abhor others living. In other words fun is their enemy.
Faversham
Anon, "abhor others living" - a typical greenie comes to mind.
Power crazy and stupid.
Looking back 50 years to my childhood and understanding the dangers I faced compared to the standards of today I realise my childhood was an exciting place to be. Building forts in trees, climbing to the top of the most dangerous of trees in wind storms were the norm. Building boats out of the rudimentary of materials and setting off down the Hutt river past the sewer outlet in search of adventure was on offer every day school was over.
The dumb things i did as a child were the making of this man.
Dirk
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