DH has a load of wooden pallets in the garden...he'd piled them up to use later in the week on a project.
He realised as he piled them that DD aged 7 would definitely climb up the pile so he took care to make it into a safe pile...sturdy and solid...not wobbly...then he put a bag of sand at the base for her to jump off onto.
We never invited her to climb on it...we just knew she would. Sure enough later on I saw that she'd discovered it and was climbing up and jumping off...it's not a high pile...comes up to her waist tops.
Anyway...looking out of the window I head the next door neighbour calling out over the fence "Ooh don't do that! Don't climb up on that! Ooh you'll get splinters!"
So I called out "it's fine...she's ok" and the neighbour said "Oooh I don't know how you cope!"
So I said "What do you mean?" (even though I knew what she meant)
And she said "Well...she's a rogue! Always climbing!"
So I said "And? She's not made of glass...she's ok....Carry on DD!"
WIBU? AIBU to let her do things like that?
AIBU?
To think that I must be a very lax parent?
ImNameyChangey · 04/05/2015 20:27
She's a rogue! Love it!
I can't say if you're lax or not but I can say that I would have done the same but I wouldn't have been thoughtful enough to put the sand there (probably)
Screw your neighbour. I'm sure you're DD is happy and healthy, regardless of the splinters 
Nah, I'm the same.
We go to our local White Horse a lot which is covered in sheep dung. Other parents seem to spend the entire time saying, 'Mind the poo! Mind the poo! Careful, there's poo.'
DS just stands in the poo. Meh.
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my mum is forever having a heart attack at my dcs running too fast or if im not standing over them for a minute. I asked her yesterday if she remembered my childhood at all? "Of course i do" she said. "So, you'll remember that DSIS and i disappeared for hours at a time in the countryside, played in rivers, swam under bridges through tiny tunnels, played in and on the ruins of old farmhouses, climbed the roof of the hay barn, jumped off the top of the stacks of straw to the cobbled floor and plenty more.?" She blushed
uggh there's a wild playground in North Wales too I think.
Me and a friend were talking about how we need one in our town.
The dc's and their mates play in the woods after school. They carry sticks, drag abandoned litter and furniture out to make their den and bash things. Another parent (who was new to the set up) came up to me appalled that they were "carrying sticks!!". I was .
It's Plas Madoc in Wales, there's a lovely guardian article about it. They're allowed to saw wood and light fires. Mine would want to move in 
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It's kind of her to be concerned.
Dh and I grew up on farms as did our children. We knew (as our children did) what machinery not to go near, what barns not to go into and how to keep ourselves safe. I used to ride on the trailer bringing hay bales in from the fields as a child - on the top of the hay. Our children were brought up stepping in cow/horse/sheep shit and sitting on DH 's knee from around 2 "driving" the tractors. They all could ride quads by themselves by age 8 going up the fields. By age 11(ish) they could all drive the smaller tractors. By age 15 they could easily tow trailers with livestock in them. They all could milk and deliver calves and lambs by age 14(ish). They climbed trees, swam in rivers and swung from the top of hay bales from a rope. They had a tree swing over a small river and used to jump off into the water in the summer. If you're a lax parent Op we must be fucking awful ones
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