Last night we drove to a neighboring town to watch fireworks. We got there about an hour early, so headed towards the park so the kids could play a bit and pass the time.
Coders, whose social skills really are not where they need to be, made a friend immediately who followed him around the rest of the night.
It was writer's heaven, actually. Dozens of kids from the barely walking to teens. Some were on bikes, making a makeshift ramp out of a grassy hill. Some were climbing up the outside of the play structure -- I was just waiting for someone to get hurt. Some were showing off their dogs (I pet the softest Irish setter ever. Silky). One teen (no more than 15) was brazenly smoking at the top of one of the play structures. You could tell he thought he was cool, but he looked like a fool. His friend was shirtless and strutting around like HE was the cool one.
Parents dotted the perimeter of the playground, some paying more attention than others. Coder's friend's father said he was going to the car and he'd be right back. But 20 mins later he was still nowhere to be found. I started freaking out. What if he doesn't come back? What do you do with a 4 year old who's not yours in a town you don't live in? How heartbreaking would that be for the little boy? Then I wondered if that would make a worthy plot...(He eventually returned, thankfully)
All in all, it was a really nice night. Reminded me when I was a kid and we would play hide and seek well past dusk and for whatever reason our parents decided to let us play rather than calling us in for bath time. Eventually we had to go to the bathroom or get a drink and that's when the snagged us.
Remember the magic of just playing? What were your favorite childhood games?