Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons. ~Author Unknown
The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give. ~Ellen Glasgow
There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. ~Mark Twain
I am from a family of seven children. Being from a large family we spent a lot of ours play outdoors. Growing up on the east coast we had the pleasure of celebrating seasons. No matter the weather we had a game that we could play.
Winter meant sledding until our clothes were wet and our mother was threaten us to come in or else.
Spring finally I can ride my bike. And ride I do to the park, to the school yard and home before the street lights come on.
Summer finally “schools out for summer.” I still wake up at as if I have to go to school. And I play from sun up too sunset. And then I get to play some more. I just can’t leave the front of the house and that’s when the real fun beings. Kick the can, hide and seek, and he Ouji board.
Fall the trees are beautiful. Raking leave turns into a wonderful adventure.
As I think back to my childhood play years. I can’t help but feel sorry for what children today consider play. When I think of early childhood, happy or unhappy, chaotic or relaxed, the imagined childhoods we might have had or wish for my children. Children are missing out on a world of experience. Some that represents a quality of life. I want to give my students great experiences and establish a good rapport with them.