Sauce for the Goose...
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rain_gryphonWoman eaten by hogs. When I was in third grade, that happened to one of my classmates. I think her name may have been Elaine. I barely remember her. Anyway, her dad farmed hogs, and what apparently happened (it was speculated - no witnesses) was that she tried to walk along the top of the fence that divided a feedlot, instead of just going the long way around. She fell, and was either stunned or injured, and the hogs ate her.
Kids who grow up in farm towns have very different experiences and expectations of how the world works than kids who grow up in cities, I think.
IIRC there was a class card, and a lecture about safety and thinking before you act, but that was about it. I didn't know her that well, so didn't have to go to the funeral. Nothing like the modern practice of driving kids to hysteria that are part and parcel of the social event of "tragedy", so everyone, or at least the kids, got over it in a week or two, and went on like usual, if perhaps a bit more aware of risks.
Kids who grow up in farm towns have very different experiences and expectations of how the world works than kids who grow up in cities, I think.
IIRC there was a class card, and a lecture about safety and thinking before you act, but that was about it. I didn't know her that well, so didn't have to go to the funeral. Nothing like the modern practice of driving kids to hysteria that are part and parcel of the social event of "tragedy", so everyone, or at least the kids, got over it in a week or two, and went on like usual, if perhaps a bit more aware of risks.
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Date: 2019-11-28 12:34 pm (UTC)