Get your minds out of the dark, dirty gutters my friends. I know what the title of this post could imply, but it doesn’t. There’s nothing but PG-13 going on here today.
This is me as a kid. My parents were a little hippie dippy and my mom made some of our clothes. It was the 70s and things were Flower Power back then. Can you dig?
One of my favorite things to do as a little girl was to go outside and PLAY. No fenced in yards. No cable TV. No fears that my face would appear on the side of milk carton.
At some point in everyone’s life, we abandon the luxury of free play. When a bird flying outside the window calls “chase me to the highest limb,” we stay seated at our desks….continue doing laundry…keep typing on our computers. Go away, bird. I’m busy.
How long has it been since you’ve simply PLAYED? When was the last time you felt free from potential embarrassment…free of any fears…had an entire afternoon to forget about the obligations that hold you hostage to adulthood?
Andie suggest that to battle the UNs, I take some time to be a kid again. So, over the weekend among a fun-loving group of family and friends, it was PLAYTIME!
There were water balloons filled….
There were raw eggs tossed…
And after the second-place winner of the egg catching contest basked in her glory, there were apples floated and bobbed for….by kids and adults alike!
Many studies have shown that unstructured, imaginative PLAY can help kids to grow into happy, well-adjusted adults. It can help build creativity, social skills, and even academic potential.
So, I ask. What happens when we reach adulthood? If giving children a break from organized activities, TV, and other electronic screens is essential to healthy development, then what about us adults? SHOULD WE HAVE PLAYTIME, TOO?
When is the last time you simply…played?