Growing up the early 1950’s, my family lived in a rural town in Connecticut. Computers had not been invented, video games did not exist, and there were only three television channels. Consequently my childhood activities included lots of out-door playtime with friends and cousins. As you might imagine we explored flora and fauna with an intense desire to find out “why the world was the way it was.”
There was an acre of blueberry bushes which we excitedly picked clean when the berries were ripe, and once in while we’d reach into the branches and realize a garter snake was curled up and almost picked by accident.
During summer, we’d try to catch frogs at a small pond, only to have them dive into the water at the last second of our attempts. A nightly chorus of bullfrogs sang bass accompanying the crickets ratcheting melodies.
It was a glorious life for a child. The world was a wonder and a mystery and – above all – a fun place to be.
Sometimes the things we did gave us great insight. We learned which activities were fun, which activities were dangerous – and the big one of course: which activities were BOTH.
when I was a kid…BEES! is an example.