I know that this is going to make me sound old, but I don’t understand kids these days.
I see so many kids doing nothing but watching t.v., playing video games, or playing on their phones. When I was young I couldn’t wait to get outside to play with some close neighbor friends. If we were in the house, it must be raining. We would head out after breakfast, might come back in for meals, then the street lights coming on would tell us it was time to call it a day.
If that didn’t move me, my mom coming out onto the hill beside the house to call my name would. The neighbors father would stand at the end of his driveway and watch me walk to my house. He wouldn’t go in until I flicked our outside house light, assuring him I had made it home.
Games we played didn’t need electric power, or boards, just our imaginations. Red Rover, Red Light/Green Light, Hopscotch, Mother May I?, jump rope, and Hide and Seek were just a few of our favorites.
If it was raining, we would often have tea parties. My dad had made me a kitchen out of wood complete with sink, stove, and cupboards. Kool-aid and cheese tidbits with peanut butter were on the tea party menu.
Riding bicycles and playing with Barbies were a big thing with us. I can remember many an afternoon playing Barbies in the neighbor’s screen tent.
Cold and snow didn’t slow us down. We’d go sledding, build snow forts, have snowball fights, and go ice skating at the pond.
There was nothing we liked more than being outside with friends. If mom wanted to punish me for something, she’d just make me stay in the house. It makes me very happy that my granddaughter’s Aya and Aly both love being outside.