I remember when I was a kid and it was nice outside, my mom would always tell us to go play outside. We never dared say we were bored, or she would just put us to work. During the months we were in school, we could usually find things to do outside on the weekends if it wasn’t raining but during our summer vacations we had to learn to avoid being underfoot every day. To avoid extra chores, we soon learned to find things to do before it gave our mom any ideas about how she could put us to use.
Now, if you
were born within the past 20 years you may not have had the same
upbringing. Parents work more often, the
world is not really a safe place and parents don’t necessarily want their kids
wandering all over just to find something to do. Kids are generally happy staying inside,
playing on their phones, their video games or their computers.
I’m sure I’m
dating myself (and I’m really not
that old!) but when I was a kid, we did not have access to all the fun devices
available now. We only had five channels
on the television…4, 5, 7, 11 and 13…and while we did watch Saturday morning
cartoons, watching anything on t.v. was usually saved for evenings. I wasn’t a teen yet so never had much use for
the phone to call friends, which was a good thing because we had a party
line. When I did have to use the phone,
instead of a dial tone I would often hear one of the talkative elderly ladies
on our hill catching up with her friends or family. A party
line…can you imagine dealing with that now?
Having to wait until someone else was done with their conversation
before you could use the phone?
Eventually,
we did have Atari and the video games offered via that console. I can’t even imagine what my boys would say
if they saw the types of video games we played back then compared to what is
available now. We were also provided
more options for television channels and then MTV made its debut when I was
just a teen. Yes, it’s true there was a
day when MTV’s daily content was just
music videos. MTV was fun to watch back then,
especially music videos from the 80’s.
But rather
than watch t.v., talk on the phone or play a video game, as many kids do today,
if the sun came out to play, we went out to play. No question.
We were fortunate in that we resided on a farm with hundreds of acres at
our disposal and not many neighbors to worry about. We would catch crawdads and salamanders in
the creek. We enjoyed the time of year
when we could find frog eggs so we could keep them in a bucket and watch them
hatch before returning them back to the creek.
We would walk so far back on to the property we likely put ourselves in
harm’s way considering what could have happened should we have come across a
mother bear or a cougar. We were just
fortunate never to have crossed paths with them. I think the scariest animal we came across was
a skunk and we were lucky to see him first so we could run away before he saw
us. Sometimes I wonder how my mom never
went crazy with worry because we would be gone for hours venturing out around the farm and attached properties.
As an adult,
when it is nice outside, we don’t often get to play but rather, we get to
work. The yard needs to be mowed. A garden needs to be planted. Flowers need pruning. The garden needs weeding. A fence needs fixing. Potholes need to be filled. As with the inside of the house, the chores
outside can be never-ending, especially if you live in the country. Of course, now that I have children, I see
why my mom would put us to work if she were trying to complete chores with us
underfoot. Many hands make light(er)
work.
Even with
all the chores we need to keep up on, it is nice when we can actually make the
time to just “play” outside. Enjoy the
yard or garden. Smell the flowers. Go for a walk. Ride a bike to see the sights around you. Soak up some sun while reading a book. Play a game of horseshoes. Visit with friends while sipping iced
tea.
The sun is
only here for a short visit before the days get shorter and cooler. I think I will listen to what mom used to say
and just go outside to play.
I hope you
do too.
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