Patty’s Ponderings-The End of Childhood As We Know It
When we were kids we quite often played a game we called, “Kill Ball”! It was a kind of souped up dodgeball. The object was to hit people with the ball as hard as you could! Bruises often resulted from this, but also lot of laughter and physical activity. You took as much pride in your contusions as you did in inflicting them.
At one of the schools I attended in Yankton, (we changed schools several times for unknown reasons) we would scale a brick doorway on the playground side of the school by bracing hands and feet on either side and climbing up as high as possible. Going up was a cinch, coming down- -not so much! The higher you ascended the more confident you felt and the more awe you inspired in your playmates.
And tag- -fugeddaboutit! We played every variety there was: freeze tag, fish tag, hop tag, hide-and-seek tag, blind man’s bluff, etc., etc. Every game involved some variation of being tagged it or out. And yes, the force with which some kids tagged you, could be substantial, but heck, we were kids! Bumps, bruises, and band-aids were our stock in trade.
Now comes a story from New Hampshire about an elementary school where the principal has banned playing tag at recess, due to recent injuries. Many parents there are up in arms over the decision believing that there are more hazardous playground activities which are not banned.
Children will always find creative ways of putting their bodies and lives in jeopardy. That is the nature of childhood. Simply being born and living on this planet is a huge, risky adventure! It isn’t supposed to be easy. Easy is for sissies!