Things ain’t what they used to be and probably never was. ~Will Rogers
Ahhh the good old days…
When being a kid meant playing outside in the field down the street.
Riding my blue bike with the banana seat and monkey bars to the corner store to buy 99 cent smokes for Dad
playing Cowboys and Indians
drinking from the garden hose
Double Dutch skip rope
Hula hooping and Basket shooting
jaw-breakers, cherry coke and Black Cat gum
Hop Scotch and Blue Bells Cockle Shells Easy Ivy Over
hanging with friends at the river and rolling up our pants to fearlessly cross the dam
watching ants, spiders, Daddy Long Legs and butterflies
the sweet taste of clovers
holding Butter Cups under my chin
large groups of kids, wreaking havoc throughout the neighbourhood
grass-stained jeans, mosquito bites, bruises, cuts and scrapes, sweaty and tangled hair
Sometimes I feel sorry for kids today
sitting around indoors with their iPods, iPads, iPhones
while all of nature waits to be their playground…
…outside where imaginations rule and dreams take flight.
Are your kids missing out?
What’s your favourite childhood memory?