Do you remember what it was like to be a little kid? I do and it was wonderful. In those endless years before kindergarten, we are as free and can be. Once we hit school, life became burdensome in the extreme, loaded with responsibilities and schedules. But at least we had the afternoon and the weekends. And oh, the summertime – the good, ole summertime! After breakfast, we headed out the front door in bare feet that soon toughened up so that we didn’t need shoes at all. We would report in for lunch and then, of course, be back inside in time for the children’s radio programs around 5:00 p.m. What a life and it was yours, oh blessed child.
Is that the situation today? I hope that it is. This society is so concerned about productivity and achievement that things have become much more difficult. The schools pile on homework that requires a good portion of the evening hours. Social goals call for extraordinary extra activity, whether it be for sports, dance, music or whatever. These are all wonderful things and in some ways make us better persons, but I feel that playing is an important part of growing up. What about after we are grown? I think that it is also important that we be able to play in our middle and later years, to laugh, to spend endless hours talking to our friends. Incidentally, I don’t consider watching television a very playful activity except maybe with a lot of friends during the World Series. Television demands passivity and real play requires activity both of our bodies, our minds and our hearts.
“Hello, Mrs. Brady. Can George come out and play?”