Ahhhhh… for the good old days when “no blood, no foul” meant something. You mean I could have been rich from the baseball bat to the mouth injury during batting practice when I was in the 6th grade at Franklin Elementary School? Instead I learned a much more valuable lesson… that I was not a very good catcher…..
Final Thought columnby Paul Abramson
Banning tag and other children’s activities is not a proper educational response to the problem of litigation.
Tag, You’re It! ….When I was seven, I tripped while running on a school playground, skinning my knee. It was my left knee. I know because, at the time, I was unsure of left and right but I was told – and therefore knew – that it was my left knee that was injured. To read more…