The Whitewashed Daredevil

Today was a great day to go sledding: 40 degrees and sunny.  It was warm enough that the kids didn't have to dress too heavily in order to go sledding.  The local hill we frequent had a nice sized jump which, of course, Jamie had to try.  Here's the result of his first go at it with some decent speed while his sister looks on from a distance.

Oddly enough, Jamie is somewhat of a daredevil when it comes to more extreme ways to have fun.  He's more than willing to take risks, and when those risks result in injury, unlike most kids, he doesn't let that stop him from taking even more risks.  He does things at age six that I've never done in my life because I'm too much of a wimp.

This demeanor of his is interesting, because in most other areas he's more timid and simple.  But show him something risky and potentially dangerous or challenging recreation, and he's right there to do it.  Like my sister says, most young kids have a dangerous side to them, but once they get hurt they usually wise up and grow out of it.  Not my kid.

For example, his complaint about the high dive at the community swimming pool is that it's not high enough.  I guess he'd prefer one that's twelve feet tall in instead of the 8 or 10 foot one that is there.  And this six year old is insisting that he wants to try water skiing this summer on Uncle Matt's boat.  We'll see about that one.

In the mean time, maybe I should get him some skydiving lessons.