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The Dutch do childhood differently. Children are taught not to depend too much on adults; adults are taught to allow children to solve their own problems. And so there is the custom of "droppings" -- leaving kids in the forest to find their way home alone.
Far from the land of helicopter parenting, getting ‘dropped’ in the forest is a beloved scouting tradition.
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Nationaal Gyurka Jansen Jul 21
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I grew up in the western part of the country, where there are hardly any forests. In those areas, your parents take you out at sea and drop you there. You have to swim several miles back to the shore. Those without any sense of direction wind up in England.
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Walter de Bruin Jul 21
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My cousin ended up in Norway, actually.
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David A. Keldsen (Dak) Jul 21
No really! She was karving her initials on the moose with the sharpened end on an interspace toothbrush given her by Svenge
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Michael Katz Jul 21
Svenge has been sacked
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Walter de Bruin Jul 22
Those responsible for sacking Svenge have been sacked.
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Jen Jul 22
Those responsible for sacking this thread have been sacked. These post replies will now be recomposed in an entirely different style and at great expense at the last minute.
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Bob Waddington Jul 22
Great reference - I applaud you!
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Eileen Epworth Jul 22
And now for something completely different!
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GJ Groothedde 🇪🇺 Jul 21
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That's in summer. Winter is different. On New Year's Day, my dad would take me, aged seven, out to sea in a boat. He would row five miles out, then put me overboard to swim back by myself. Which, I must say, was relatively easy once I'd made my way out of that cloth bag.
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Rebecca Jul 21
You had a boat... My father took me to the Pier in Scheveningen, put a ball and chain on my ankle and then threw me in the freezing cold North Sea to make a real man of me. This all happened providing I could find my way back home from the Forest in summer.
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KAPITEIN GREEFBEEST 🧷 Jul 21
You had water! My dad, the Old Greef, dropped me out of a plane on to the frozen Zuiderzee. I had to crawl back whilst seagulls were trying to peck my eyes out.
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Julius Koetsier Jul 22
Luxury! My father made smash a hole in the Zuiderzee ice with an ice pick, jump in it, walk to the center of the frozen sea and then punch my way back through the ice. All I was given for sustenance was hagelslag and rat poison.
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Olax Jul 22
Yours was a generation of spoon-fed privileged bastards! My three dads dropped me at a Nutella store in the Amsterdam city centre, and I had to fierljep my way home through the canals, while thousands of ravenous hookers on clogs were trying to abort me.
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Pablo Costa Jul 22
Pffff privileged Europeans. Here in Uruguay, the mothers give birth to their babies in the forest and they have to go back following the traces of placenta to their home. And decipher a 4 digit pin to enter.
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Blanka's Grin Jul 23
I am dead!
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Leila Jul 23
THIS IS THE WINNING THREAD
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Rianne Meijer Jul 21
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It's true. My parents dropped me in a forest when I was 7, I lived of berries and marihuana for 3 years. Eventually I found my way back to civilisation, but I ended up with a family I didn't know. But we've made it work and I think that is beautiful.
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Kim Jul 21
And look where it brought you! Such an independant woman 💪🏻 Up to the part of the forest, my story is quite simular, only I found an abandoned shed and was raised by a ghost called mama. I still only eat berries by the way.
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Rianne Meijer Jul 21
That’s why we are so tall. Berries are superfoods, we knew that all along.
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Jasper Klewer Jul 22
I believe the short ones got lost in the tall grass or drowned in bogs - Dutch are statistically tall due to survivor bias.
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John Dooms Jul 22
That's why i am wearing a hat. During my 30 years stay in the grass they mowed it. My hair as well
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Imoh Jul 22
😆
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