Here we are in the middle of summer -
and I mean right in the middle of summer - and the kids are going
back to school. Some of them got out a few weeks before summer began
but all will be going back well before it ends. Even the
“unofficial” end of summer, Labor Day, is three weeks from the
real end of the season.
Summertime, as a kid, for me was a
whirlwind stream of activities either in the park across the street
or biking to other parks for events and, eventually, explorations out
into the then suburbs. I often tell people that I grew up not on a
street or in a certain house, but I grew up in the park, specifically
Woodland Park.
I crossed Woodland Park twice every day
while attending elementary school and most days four times, since
they allowed us to go home for lunch. I can probably count on both
hands the number of times that I ate Maxwell cafeteria food.
But summertime was a time for spending
all of our available hours doing something with the other kids in the
park, be they friends from school or not. After a morning playing
games and waiting for the activities directors to show up, we would
run home for lunch, then run back for the afternoon's events. Dad
had to round us up for dinner and again after the lights went out at
the ball field to usher us home to bed.
I don't see that these days and I can
pretty well guarantee that you don't either. The days of “free
range” kids is well over. On the streets full of single family
houses which make up a large percentage of our city, one rarely sees
anything but indications of children “living” there. Walk by on
a warm summer morning and the birds will be making more noise than
the kids – quite different from when I grew up.
When many households consist of 1-2
working adults and youngsters requiring day care, there will be
little in any daytime activity. Simply put, our suburbs are pretty
much empty during the day.
Daycare, now there is a strange bird.
Daycare now has to sell themselves as “pre-schools” with many
parents, since they are supplying the early instructions that family
members used to demonstrate for free. Daycare now has secluded,
fenced play areas, rarely exceeding a few thousand square feet when
20 acres seemed small to me. Outdoor activities at daycare may
average less than 3 hours a day, depending on weather.
Is it any surprise that compared to the
1970s, children now spend 50 percent less time in unstructured
outdoor activities? And the '70s were not the '50s of my youth. The
average early teen, 10 to 16 now spends only 12.6 minutes per day in
vigorous physical activity. If it were not for the soccer moms and
the little league parents or the pee-wee football and basketball
camps, that would be much less.
All of the blame cannot be placed at
the doorstep of day care. Although 40 % of the kids in a British
study (I don't think that they are that different from American kids)
stated they would like to play outside more often, it was the parents
who simply didn't allow it. Fear of traffic and a fear of abductions
by strangers were the top two reasons given.
Can traffic be so bad as to fear the
random careening auto sailing through your front yard? Is not one of
the common complaints about our suburbs that cul-de-sacs and limited
connecting streets are so prominent? Would it not be one of your
neighbors who was driving so erratically? As for the abductions,
statically those are done by non-strangers though it does happen it
is rare.
Frankly, all of us kids roaming the
neighborhood and playing in the park back in my day were being
watched by many eyes, without our knowledge. With so many
stay-at-home moms and the older couples moving throughout the area,
there was little that we could do that did not get home before we
did. Empty houses and neighbors who are little more than nodding
acquaintances cannot do the same quality job.
When did it become necessary to be so
absolutely certain of our child's safety that we limit their
opportunities to practice the decision making skills that we should
be teaching them? Could it be that we are NOT teaching those skills?
Could it be that we are not confident in our teaching abilities?
I have heard it said that parents will
structure their child's time so as to incorporate themselves into the
child's life. The child needs transportation and support.
Television programing and commercials add to the myth by showing the
child playing one on one with the parent and not with neighborhood
kids. What happened to the TV shows of old like “Dennis the
Menace” and “Leave it to Beaver” or the cartoons of “Peanuts”
and “Fat Albert”? Teaching, supportive adults / parents and the
kids played outside.
2 comments:
You do realize that it is not just parents preventing kids from playing outside, don't you? If a child of elementary age, maybe even middle school, was allowed to go to the park on their own somebody would call the police and you would be charged with child neglect. The nanny state doesn't want kids unsupervised. The little buggers might learn to think for themselves and be independent that way. Can't have that, now can we?
My fondest memories of childhood (in South Lexington) are of dozens of us roaming at will throughout the neighborhood in the summertime, riding bikes, roller skating, "exploring" the fields and creeks, Friday night movies at the neighborhood park, and in the winter sleigh riding, snow fort building and snowball fights. Foot races, hide and seek, mock plays rounded out the activities which were rarely, if ever, monitored by an adult. Somehow we survived, somehow we grew up. One time there was a man who pulled up in a car near where we were playing. He told us he had no pants on and we ignored him. After a while he drove away. I haven't felt so free and unfettered since then.
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