The last two nights a bunch of the neighborhood kids ran across lawns and into back yards, pretending to be spies and planning elaborate schemes.
And a wave of nostalgia hit me about my carefree childhood days.
Which look drastically different now. The first sign it was different? I sat outside and monitored their play (well, sort of--I was reading a book).
I do have a six-year-old. Maybe I won't monitor so much when he's older, or maybe I wouldn't even check so much if I had more than one kid and was over the whole thing.
Yet there I sat making sure abduction from my front yard had not taken place and that everyone was "playing nice".
And maybe I'm dating myself here or maybe this was just in my family or 'hood but somehow I doubt it. Here goes.
*You'd head out the door in the morning, be gone for hours, only to return when you heard your mom calling you for lunch or dinner? Did your mom know where you had been all that time? NOPE!
*You didn't wait for your mom to set up a supervised play-date for you. You just showed up on someone's doorstep and started playing.
*You didn't wait for you mom or dad to get down on the floor with you. You just...played. With lots of imagination.
When did it all change?
*Was it before there were 24 hour news stations, and live interviews with parents pouring their hearts out about a missing child and other horrible things?
*Or before parents were made to feel guilty for pretty much everything? Don't get me wrong, I like that parents interact with their children way more, but hate the guilt associated with it, when I just plain don't feel like it.
My mother-in-law always says, "You poor parents have it tough these days." And I sooo get what she means.
The above ad IS crazy though, right? So we'd probably agree that some things have changed for the better, and some things, have not!