Where are the Children this Summer?

Children don't grown up in their own neighborhoods any more. They go to Day Camp, Computer Camp, Tennis Camp, Vacation Bible School and other activity centers.  Moms and Dads are at work, so kids can't play in their own back yards anymore.

I guess I'm showing my age, but I remember summer as a time of fun and freedom. During the Baby Boom, we went outdoors to play in the morning and except for meals, stayed out until the street lights came on. There were so many kids in our neighborhood that we always had playmates.

We played yard games like Hide-n-Seek, Kick-the-Can, Stoop Tag, Red Light, Green Light, and Mother May I? We played on swings and monkey bars and lined up for the slide.  Sliding on a piece of wax paper was such a rush!  We played jump rope and hop scotch.  I still remember the rhymes we chanted.

While we played, our mothers were in our houses, cleaning, making dinner and enjoying some quiet time. They were ready to bandage skinned knees or help find the skate key.  Most importantly, they were home.

I was home with my children and our house was the place to play. We did without extras that others considered necessities.  We didn't take cruises or have season tickets to sporting events or theatre.  I drove the same station wagon for fifteen years.  Raised on the Principle of Thrift, we repaired things rather than buying new ones.

If you're not familiar with the Principle of Thrift, it goes like this:

"Use it up, Wear it out, Make it do, Do without." It's simple, but a good way to live. In this world of excess, thrift is a forgotten practice.

I realize that the children are learning remarkable skills at these camps and facilities, but I feel sad for what they're missing.

This is not a judgment of dual-income parents, just an observation of changing values in our society.