(I saw this on Twitter from a Jim Rose Circus account. Then some of the comments.)

Oh sure. Anybody can climb an ice wall with hooks. Back in my day we didn’t have any hooks, I’ll tell you that. I would have sold my brother for hooks. No Sir. Had to grow our fingernails out. Wasn’t a problem, couldn’t afford clippers anyway.

Your parents had shoes? This is my dad’s description of going to school in Superior, Wisconsin. Then grandpa outed him. Grandpa taught at the school and drove dad there. In a Model T Ford.

Your obviously not from a cold climate. Any child that grew up got stories from our parents about their childhood winters. Example my parents for years told me they had to walk 30 km to school with 50 lbs in their book packs and walking through 1 meter of snow.

Parents of a certain generation. Not today’s parent. They’re lined up in their cars outside of the schools to pick their kids up and taxi them home.

That is patently untrue. I see shoes. Everyone knows our parents walked to school barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways.

My Mother was from upper Michigan. She told me they had to go to school in blizzards! They were blinded by the show white-out and could only hang on this long fence to not lose direction to school. LMAO. – (while fending off bears no doubt)

We lived in the UP. They rarely called school off for snow. We walked in our snowshoes. After we got up at five to shovel the driveway so dad could go to work!

Using the corpses of their schoolmates as navigational bouys– Stay to the right of poor little Timmy, but bear left– dammit I said LEFT— Oh well I guess we have another marker for the river bank now!! Always tricky in the Fall before too many had perished– RIP

I almost got grounded when I joked with my god father about him using plastic bags on his shoes because they were so poor. I thought plastic was invented much later.

Hey looka here at Mr Fancy Pants with a HAT!!

Thanks for posting that! ….and I thought hopping through the snow to school with only one shoe was bad. (they came to be known as ‘hoppers’)

Flip the picture upside down and that’s what they had to do on their walk home from school.

I grew up in Northern Jersey, but (just to be mean) made my kids grow up in the Frozen North of Seriously Upstate New York (No, NOT Rockland!) Some kids get snowmobiled to school. My grands make paths to pull their chickens on sleds thru the drifts.

I did that with my little brother on my back…and walked home for lunch…uphill both ways.

Over exaggeration. Parents didn’t have access to ice climbing tools, they used #2 Pencils.