NaBloPoMo Day Two: What was the one toy that a friend had that you wished you had when you were little?
Playing had a different meaning to me than it does to most people – especially these days. Even my kids seem to have a warped sense of play.
I remember several years ago my son told me he was bored and I was astounded. We live on 40 acres, next to a creek. Never, in my wildest imagination, could I imagine being bored.
Maybe THAT is why I never remember being bored – because of my wild imagination.
For most of my growing up years, we lived “in town.” Granted, the town was home to less than 6,000 people and most of our neighborhood consisted of woods. One year a storm blew down a tree and we spent the rest of that year in our new “fort.”
Toys were trees, ropes, wood scrapes, balls, and on an occasion or two even bikes. We made up our own games – playing out live action scenarios from our favorite television shows and stories.
Try as I might, I can no easier conjure up an image of a toy I wanted but never had than I can image living in the woods and being bored. I would have preferred climbing a tree to any doll or game that toy manufactures could have created.
I think it is high time I recaptured some of that imagination driven activities for my life.