like father like son

i just got off the phone with my father, who recounted an experience of a boy at church who broke his wrist doing something (stupid) for a film. he of course mentioned how he wished he had been there to make known the risk factors entailed with jumping off chairs to slam dunk. "of course you do," i said, "i grew up as a bubble boy. everything i did was a potential health hazard." i realized that it is possible that my fear of breaking bones or hurting myself during sports is from the constant reminder to be safe and take all precautions. my father didn't agree, but then i said i couldn't mow the lawn by myself until i was quite old because he thought i would get chopped up inside. he rebuttled by saying, "well i had a friend in high school that got his fingers chopped off by a lawn mower!" if you knew my father you would realize the comedy in this statement. he also has a friend that blew up his hand with firecrackers, another that stabbed himself with a screwdriver, another got a rock flung into his eye, etc. basically, i love these conversations that remind me of who my father is. now i have constant reminders running through my head like don't touch that its sharp, this is too high to jump off of, motorized vehicles will kill you, playing with fire will lead to 3 degree burns, wear goggles while mowing the lawn. . . . just a few thoughts.