Once upon a time, in an age that existed before the invention of phone apps and tablets – kids played outside. Now it seems, more often than not, the fun that was once enjoyed – lying in the grass and catching lightning bugs – have been replaced by adventures in a digital world.
You can’t go anywhere this day in age without seeing faces lit up by an incandescent, off blue, glow. People stumbling around in a stupor,, with their faces nearly meshed into their phones, neglecting the world that is going on around them. What are we teaching our children? Where does the limit between too much media time and not enough face to face time (for all you Apple geeks) exist? Our children are growing up in a world where it’s acceptable to text a friend or fling a bird across the sky while a person, sitting directly across from you, divulges their thoughts in conversation. I don’t think people hardly even notice it anymore. Gradually our children have gone from social activities on the playground – that promoted social development – to phone to phone contact, where the connection between two people only exists somewhere in the ether.
It’s time children get back on the playground equipment, bicycles, hula hoops, and sandboxes, and step away from the glass. They once again need to experience the outdoors as it was meant to be – from thumbs to arms and legs
Play stands for Promoting Lifetime Activity for Youth What better way to do that than with slides, climbers and monkey bars? Or better yet play environments that provide social activity and brain development It’s time for real world communication, where children can actually be involved with the universe around them, make friendships that last and develop the belief that the real world provides far more than a digital world ever could.
Maybe we are on the cusp of a change about to happen. Maybe people will inevitably become burn-out of the phones and the tablets and travel0 back to a period that was far more primitive. Maybe we’ll start seeing kids and parents riding bikes again. Maybe we’ll see a kite or two rocking back and forth gently in the summer breeze. Maybe outdoor play equipment will become the new local hangout spot, where friends are made and developed. Perhaps, Maybe, just maybe we’ll get back to real life again. A life where this reality we live in is all we’ve got – and the only one that matters.