I was 5 when we moved from the sharecropper house to our newly built house; a veritable playground awaited us in the back yard.
One item was a small merry-go-round made from a wood and iron wagon wheel.
Imagine my delight as I ran and grabbed the wheel and went around and around – playtime.
As I held on I noticed that at the center of the wheel was a space that was getting larger then smaller as the wheel turned.
Curious I stuck my hand into the space when it was larger.
The space got smaller, caught my middle finger and now my finger nail was hanging by a thread of skin!
Crying like a banshee brought my Aunt & Uncle to my rescue.
I remember my Uncle asking: “Didn’t you know not to put your finger there?”
Duh! Of course I didn’t know! I’m 5!
Where was the safety lecture prior to getting on the wheel?
Eventually my fingernail grew back, but the wagon wheel was immediately removed.
Our children are pre-wired to explore, to test, to taste their environment.
They don’t know what they don’t know – but they learn the limits – sometimes painfully.