Maybe it’s different where you live, but around here, we never see children playing outside. Never. Children of any age. No stickball, no softball, no basketball. No building castles in the sandbox. No play of any kind.
The only time you see them playing–if “playing” is the right word for it–is when they have full uniforms, sponsors, adult coaches, a scoreboard, and a mob of parents watching. If I had to trade my childhood for this, I’d hang myself.
The rest of the time, you don’t see them at all. Have they been packed off to summer school? Day camp or daycare? Or are they just confined to the house, either by their parents or by themselves, playing video games all day?
This state of affairs is unnatural, not to mention weird and creepy, and no good will come of it.
Meanwhile, I think I have found something that sheds light.
On my box of breakfast cereal, there’s a little mask that can be cut out and worn by a child. It comes with instructions. Get a load of this.
Step 1: With close adult supervision, cut along the dotted line…
What? “Close adult supervision”? To cut out a little piece of cardboard? How close?
Do you ever wonder if people are forgetting how to be human beings?
I sure do.