Goodness, looks like fun. I remember the best things were the most perilous.
Riding on tractor fenders, ascending grain elevators, shooting from a horse bareback,
driving the Model A, and many more. Childhood was fun, save for religious nonsense.
Explain the danger to the nice-looking mother of fun on a public path, and let her cook something else up. Her kids are a lot more scared now without her than they were in that wagon. Granted Muzzy had a bad idea, but we over-shelter kids at our own peril. I told an ill-mannered kid the other day that spitting in sight of decent women like my bride was a poor decision for a boy wanting to be a man. His anorexic, angry handler was soon on the scene to protect him from this surrogate fathering. What a nasty, intellectually bankrupt female. I'll likely see that boy in a small photo someday.