|Photo borrowed from Confusions of Gradeur Blog.|
We used to play Red Rover when I was little, linking hands with siblings and neighbors to form a human chain like cookie cutter shaped paper dolls. We would call to the other side, the other linked children, “Red Rover, Red Rover, send Andy right over.” The beckoned child would unlink from one side and as fast as small sneakers would allow, rush to break the line of the opposite link. If they succeeded they would gain a child for their rank, if the beckoned child lost and was pushed by force of connection to the earth they became a part of the winners line. This game was played until the losing team had only one child standing with outstretched arms alone without anyone to hold them up. At the end we would eat popsicle’s or chase down the Ice Cream truck.
Saturday’s aren’t like they used to be where after morning cartoons and a bowl of Trix you cleaned your room, made your bed, put on your play clothes and joined up with the mob of neighborhood children waiting for the last of the kids to show up for Dodgeball. I wonder what happened to our time, if so many practices and scheduled play dates somehow erased the freedom of childhood. If video games and PDA’s, computers and television erased the excitement of playing Hide & Seek.