A life without regulations and checklists; young parents living in the moment rafting and beer drinking down the Truckee River with their two nuggets.
Pictured here is my brother, mom, and myself in 1987. My brother age 3, and I am 4 on this summer day.
Not pictured: life vests and safety gear - because we didn't have any, nor was it required - maybe it was but not for us. It's funny to look back at my parents and their ways of parenting, when they were the most carefree.
I asked them, "what did you guys do when we got knocked off the raft and into the river?” Their response, "hold onto the rope, keep your head above water until we dive in after you." Simple as that. I wish I could say I am as carefree as they once were, but I’m not.
I often feel too structured and tied to stupid warning labels, caution signs, and bullshit helicopter parent-shaming. Perhaps my parents were so carefree because living life didn’t have a warning label or a rule attached, if it did, they probably ignored it, anyway.