tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post8038159817120887435..comments2023-09-12T10:19:46.166-04:00Comments on Christina Lee: Remember When: The Carefree Days of SummerChristina Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01799776834213400246noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-81712954799166104772010-08-03T23:31:09.869-04:002010-08-03T23:31:09.869-04:00I remember when we would be out all day long and w...I remember when we would be out all day long and we knew we had to be back by dark. No questions asked. Except for the one time, I decided to wander off into the next neighborhood only to freak my mother out because I was gone so long. <br /><br /> I was so scared when I got home, I literally peed my pants. Literally. I will never forget it.Dina's Dayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10301365388184358474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-49148015965052413992010-07-24T14:11:01.451-04:002010-07-24T14:11:01.451-04:00I don't know. There are days I'm pretty s...I don't know. There are days I'm pretty sure I'd be a better mother if there was a case of beer in the house:)Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17480046958714954128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-16468580383614550142010-07-23T08:55:13.769-04:002010-07-23T08:55:13.769-04:00My goal is for my guy to play often without so muc...My goal is for my guy to play often without so much scheduling. However, as we live far away from everything and everyone, I will have to organize playdates.<br /><br />LisaDayLisaDayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05359385469813915167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-85906114812277417952010-07-22T20:02:12.368-04:002010-07-22T20:02:12.368-04:00Was remembering my summer days as a child the othe...Was remembering my summer days as a child the other day. You could stay out till way after dark playing hide and seek in about 4 yards and having a blast. There was tag football, baseball and just hanging out. So much fun.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10211965720334593365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-15387287874823446032010-07-22T17:49:56.714-04:002010-07-22T17:49:56.714-04:00I always knew it had to be getting close to dinner...I always knew it had to be getting close to dinner time because we had a neighbor who stepped out her back door and rang a bell for her kids to let them know THEY had to come home to eat. <br /><br />We used to spend the entire day outside, riding bikes all over the town. I live in the same town now, but it's so, so different. More streets, much more traffic, etc. My kids go out and play now, and I've loosened a bit on the constant need to monitor them, for the reasons you mention (more than one, older), but I definitely do poke around and see what's going on, and thanks to cell phones, I can check up on them (the boys are often together because, somehow, I'm graced by two boys who still like to play together and with the same people despite their age gap).for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-89070405188965530992010-07-22T17:27:13.136-04:002010-07-22T17:27:13.136-04:00Oh, yes, I agree!!! My generation is when cable TV...Oh, yes, I agree!!! My generation is when cable TV and video games made their debut, but my parents didn't allow us to watch TV or own Nintendo. And we didn't even care! Playing outside in our imaginary worlds was way more fun. And when it rained, we built our imaginary worlds with Legos. My parents' only rule for playing outside was that we stayed on our block, which was huge. How times have changed!Laura S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13934230198562773803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-25703392194445370852010-07-22T16:24:21.680-04:002010-07-22T16:24:21.680-04:00Great post! I hate to think of the strain on my mo...Great post! I hate to think of the strain on my mother's vocal cords as she shouted "VERONICA" so the entire neighborhood could hear it. Meanwhile, I was running around in the woods, almost stepping on rusty nails. Now I look back and think "how did she EVER feel okay about letting me just wander around like that?"Veronica Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04728002051255414818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-60123888279565926602010-07-22T15:13:20.141-04:002010-07-22T15:13:20.141-04:00Those certainly were the days... what's sad is...Those certainly were the days... what's sad is that today's children don't seem to have any imagination... everything is controlled or electronic or scheduled... I don't know what the answer is but I do know that I'm glad I'm not a young mother, anymore... too scary... thanks for posting some really fun pix... oh, and thank you for your neat comment on my very first vlog!<br /><br />Twitter: SolarChiefSharlene T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08520928982756928527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-4554597790937122382010-07-22T13:54:22.468-04:002010-07-22T13:54:22.468-04:00Spot on, Christina! Spot on! I will say tho, that...Spot on, Christina! Spot on! I will say tho, that when hubby and I lived in VA in military housing life was more like what it used to be. Was it because we were all bonded in that special way? Was it because the base was heavily guarded (at first) by packin' MP's(think 9/11) later to be guarded by contracted security since the MPs needed to be elsewhere. My point is, that was the one place where my kids and other kids could play like we did. It's so sad. Our kids also have technology that we never dreamed of!<br />Excellent post!Louriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477223472789865063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-5514060006345801552010-07-22T13:49:48.497-04:002010-07-22T13:49:48.497-04:00Maddy--interesting, thanks for sharing. I so wish ...Maddy--interesting, thanks for sharing. I so wish that for you!<br /><br />JEM *thumbs up*Christina Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01799776834213400246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-36699556743762893092010-07-22T13:25:35.122-04:002010-07-22T13:25:35.122-04:00oh my god this post just took me so far back.
sig...oh my god this post just took me so far back.<br /><br />sigh.<br /><br />so true. i miss the days of endless summer.Taherehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03111022596822176769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-37932122908575851202010-07-22T13:20:14.176-04:002010-07-22T13:20:14.176-04:00Oh wow...I used to love playing outside in the sum...Oh wow...I used to love playing outside in the summer. There were about 15 of us in my neighborhood and I lived for games of kickball, ghost in the graveyard and running bases.Rachele Alpinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02899898654095163712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-23501753876457197112010-07-22T12:38:39.082-04:002010-07-22T12:38:39.082-04:00Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaa, beer i...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaa, beer is good for mammas?? lol <br />I totally agree with you, parents nowadays have such a pressure to be perfect. <br />Which I honestly think its stupid: we all have flaws so we will be ,one way or another, flawed parents. Trying to be the perfect parent is like trying to be the perfect person. Both just dont exhist. Like Santa!Clarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00062728322162370588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-28476520909282693762010-07-22T12:19:04.110-04:002010-07-22T12:19:04.110-04:00Hi, Times have changed. Oh! how they have. No more...Hi, Times have changed. Oh! how they have. No more playing by themselves.They are safer in numbers. I still want to know where they are. Kids still use their imaginations, I see it all the time. It is truly a scary time now. No more carefree days left. Great post.<br />Thank you for your comment.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10907603427328148580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-23391063617335188282010-07-22T11:27:43.351-04:002010-07-22T11:27:43.351-04:00Loved the ad!!!
I think the media plays a big rol...Loved the ad!!!<br /><br />I think the media plays a big role in hyping the dangers of the world. Gotta find a balance somewhere....Bossy Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12568355839499622409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-28961039808946288592010-07-22T10:37:14.834-04:002010-07-22T10:37:14.834-04:00In my neighborhood we had a 6:00pm whistle and it ...In my neighborhood we had a 6:00pm whistle and it could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood. Generally, once the whistle was heard, all essential play items were put away quickly and we all returned home for dinner. Speaking wasn't necessary because we all knew the drill. <br /><br />You would be psycho to let your kids do "whatever" for 10 hours during the day without checking in on them. SHEESH!Pamela Goldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03828671725848167955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-5107636084713632732010-07-22T10:10:10.892-04:002010-07-22T10:10:10.892-04:00Uh, don't tell my future pediatrician, but I a...Uh, don't tell my future pediatrician, but I am totally using this post as an excuse to drink beer after I have a baby. You're on the hook, Christina :)JEMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04043891292719086478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-86675305337867926402010-07-22T09:38:34.236-04:002010-07-22T09:38:34.236-04:00I lived in a big neighborhood and we all rode our ...I lived in a big neighborhood and we all rode our bikes to each other's houses. My mom didn't yell for me but the rule was that I had to be home when it started getting dark. Those were the days.<br /><br />Now, I live on a dead end street and sit outside watching my child every two seconds to make sure she's not stolen or dying. It's ridiculous.Cheyannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05924234364835409650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-49845676414946912992010-07-22T09:19:23.047-04:002010-07-22T09:19:23.047-04:00You so have this right. I sit out there and superv...You so have this right. I sit out there and supervise, too. The world has changed. I miss those carefree days like crazy. And I can't even imagine letting my kid just go knock on a door. *sigh* My mom NEVER set up playdates when I was little.Janet Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12688012956157161889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-27883681306384144292010-07-22T09:08:35.117-04:002010-07-22T09:08:35.117-04:00Lol!! Well, when I was growing up (or I shoud say ...Lol!! Well, when I was growing up (or I shoud say *where* I grew up), we didn't do any of that! I grew up in a very dangerous neighborhood, so playtime was strictly indoors and mostly with my sisters. We weren't allowed to play outside, which I now attribute to my lack of interest in physical/ outdoor activities :o/ It was no way to live, but at least we are all safe & sound now. But I hope my kids can enjoy carefree playtime with their pals. Because I know I would've loved a play date, even if it was an organized one.Maddyhttp://themaddychronicles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-62715175120623240612010-07-22T08:57:32.518-04:002010-07-22T08:57:32.518-04:00lol I think that picture is hilarious. Maybe if pa...lol I think that picture is hilarious. Maybe if parents and kids still drank beer together, everyone could loosen up a bit ;).<br /><br />I miss all of those make-believe games of my childhood--sounds like a fun trip down memory lane.MBW aka Olleymaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06311893784715159105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-34707811706485255152010-07-22T08:46:35.436-04:002010-07-22T08:46:35.436-04:00So true. I think there are so many restrictions on...So true. I think there are so many restrictions on kids now they can't be kids.<br />Like Jen, I used to go outside and use my imagination to play. Me and my friend used to jump over objects in her back garden like we were show jumpers. <br />Ah, innocent days.Lindsayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04313619484424363895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-12571140037539955702010-07-22T07:56:37.951-04:002010-07-22T07:56:37.951-04:00My mom actually had a bell like that she would rin...My mom actually had a bell like that she would ring when it was time for dinner. There were a lot of kids on our block and it was AWESOME.Matthew MacNishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03264738483763244969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145236456769195141.post-3330175610076381942010-07-22T07:45:14.031-04:002010-07-22T07:45:14.031-04:00It's sad to know that our children won't h...It's sad to know that our children won't have the same experience we had growing up. I remember being told to go outside and play with no toys or anything, we used our imganation and by the end we were the one's who didn't want to come inside when it was dinner time.<br /><br />Video games weren't something that was important, learning how to kill with a control, nope just good old fashioned fun without the parentals watching our every move.<br /><br />Oh those were the days! Happy Thursday!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03667521490706435608noreply@blogger.com