Wings

I was thinking about play. As a child that was my number one preoccupation.
Can I go out and play? When can I play? Do you want to play?
I really feel sorry for kids today. I really do. I have never seen a video game that could match the fun and laughter of a game of four square, roller skates, kick ball or actually making up a game.
I am not who I am today because of what I learned in school but because of what I learned playing.
In the late 50s when I was a young child, I don't remember any kids on ritalin in those days. We were probably all hyper... but we got tired when we played. Obesity, what was that? We burned off more calories then we could take in. Our diets were not all that good, we were naturally balanced. I went to school for 2 reasons: one, my parents made me, and two, for recess. Eventually there were three reasons once I hit puberty. Anyway, playing... I still like to play. Maybe I would have more money in the bank, a larger retirement and be a more responsible person if I didn't like to play so much. Or maybe not.
I was wondering about the sales of bouncing balls. I wouldn't put my investments in those today, but as a child everytime I went with my mom to the store I would beg for some new kick ball or volleyball to play with. I could stand on the church parking lot for 3 hours either throwing a ball into the air or throwing it against a wall. Math, critical thinking, balance, physics, perseverance, imagination, all developed in those parking lot universities. Maybe the good ole days actually were the good ole days. Anyway, for all you grandparents out there who remember, instead of a video game for birthdays and Christmas, how about buying those kids a real toy... a bouncing ball.