It makes me smile when I see children playing outside these
days. Yes, it annoys me in the summer when they’re outside yelling and
screaming and my vampire lifestyle makes me sleep during the day with the
windows open and it keeps me awake, but I would rather they be outside than
indoors glued to the television and computer or their handheld computer of a
smartphone. I did write a blog awhile back about a similar issue.
Dude, when we were kids, we were
ALWAYS outside. I loved being outside, even if it were just sitting at the
picnic table watching the traffic go by. We lived in a small town where we knew
pretty much everyone; so well that Mom usually knew what I had done before I’d
gotten home. We’d ride our bikes and rollerblade all over town, climb trees,
play in puddles, have water wars, come home muddy, and just be kids.
I smile now when I see kids being
kids because there is too much pressure on kids from the fearful adults who are
raising them. Parents are too afraid to let their children out of their sight
out of fear they will get hurt or abducted or shot or something. Yes, that’s
always a possibility, but I don’t think keeping our kids locked up all summer
is the answer. Let them go outside and run around and get hurt and learn from
it. That’s how we grew up.
I miss seeing kids be kids and
playing outside, getting dirty, ripping holes in the knees of their jeans,
hearing the joyful shrieks from a game of hide-n-seek or chasing one another
with water balloons. The freedom of riding our bikes all over and popping in
our friends to see if they were home to play. If they weren’t, knocking on
another’s door was the norm. You didn’t have to “make plans” to meet up with
your friends because if there were any events in town, you knew you could find
everyone there. You couldn’t text your friends to see where they were; you had
to figure out whose house they were at by all the bikes out front or the noises
coming from the backyard.
And the neighbors did not call the
cops for something because they would come over and ask if everything was okay
prior to doing so, and if you were throwing a party no one called the police
because all your neighbors were at the party! But you had better be home at the
time Mom told you to be because this was prior to the days of cell phones and
if your folks had to come hunt you down, it was brutal.
But we were still outside. And as I
mentioned in an earlier post about the declining enjoyment of the natural
beauty of the Dells, I don’t think it’s just there. The Dells is just more commercialized
to detract from it. All I know is that kids spend too much time indoors today.
Whether they’re glued to their computer or video games or just have parents
that are too afraid to let them out of captivity, gone are the days where
children learn to appreciate the small things in life by being amused by an
insect or lying on the grass to point out what the cloud shapes appear to look
like upon a blue sky. Don’t grow up too quick, kids. Learn to appreciate the
small things in life by appreciating the beauty of the natural environment.
Slow down. Quit being in such a hurry all the time. Don’t overwhelm yourself
with so many activities that you stress yourself out and don’t have time for
anything. There’s no fun in that.
Maybe it is just a personal thing
with me, but I would always get upset when someone told me they did not have
the time to do something. I always interpreted that as they didn’t want to make the time. And if you really do not
have the time, then you’ve probably taken on too much because if you really
want to do something, you would find the time to make it happen. A little off
topic here, but not much, because this could be the underlying reason we do not
see children outside playing anymore… parents have them rushing from school to band
practice to a soccer game to evening church activities then home to dinner and
homework then bed. Then parents turn around and blame the teachers for the
amount of homework they give kids nowadays. We didn’t have any of these issues
when I was a kid. Not that I was aware of anyway… we had plenty of things to
keep us busy and if we told Mom we were bored, we wouldn't be bored long after that because that darned bathroom floor always needed to be scrubbed with a toothbrush. Ha! I wonder why she never suggested the kitchen floor...
All I’m saying is… I’m happy when I
see kids outside these days.