I'm not really an outdoorsy type of person but I do remember when I was!
We lived in a suburb of New York City when I was about eight years old. After school, and especially in the summers, we rarely saw the inside of our house. My mom's favorite greeting was "change your clothes and get outside in the fresh air". We never disagreed because 'outdoors' was where life was really taking place.

We lived within walking distance of a huge 'lot'. This lot was fairyland - outer space - the wild west - and in the winter - igloo heaven. We always had games to play and they all began with "let's pretend......". And we had imaginations - let me tell you. Sometimes the 'we' was my sister, Ronnie and me but more often it was my friends, Bunny and Madeline.

We were instantly transposed into ballerinas, detectives, pioneers, movie stars or whatever. We just had to say "Let's pretend....." And we took off from there.

In the winter, our call home was the streetlights turning on. We knew when that happened that dinner was probably almost on the table so our games ended abruptly and we ran home knowing that we would get the strap on our legs if we kept Mom waiting. In the summer - we would try to have at least one watch between us. Usually it was Bunny's mom's because we couldn't afford such a luxury, and she was a very loving mom.

On Art Mohler's program today he mentioned a survey that said young kids today spend the major part of their day in front of some technological gadget. They either text each other on their cell phones - watch tv - play on their computers - or whine about having nothing to do. How sad!!!

One of our big games was to define the characters sent to us through the clouds. We'd lay on our backs in the grass and identify horses, dogs, soldiers, ice cream cones and anything else that appeared feasible to us. So much time to just think....dream....create...compose. But never time to be bored.

I pray that my great grandkids are spared the distactions of technology until they have had time to develop their own skills of creating, imagining, and dreaming. May they hear the music of the insects as they go from flower to flower.....and the whooshing of the wind through the trees - and the smell of good fresh dirt just ready for planting... and the voices of other kids nearby playing ball of some kind. Life is to short to be enslaved by technology. Save that for the adult years - they last a long time......
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