In a time not too long ago, in an time that existed before the advent of phone apps and tablets – kids played outside. Now it seems, more often than not, the fun that was once enjoyed – making mud pies and swinging from trees – have been replaced by adventures in a digital world.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 walking around like zombies, with their faces nearly embedded into their phones, ignoring the world that is going on around them. What are we teaching our children? Where does the limit between too much phone time and not enough face to face time (for all you Apple geeks) exist? Our kids 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. Over time our kids have gone from social activities at the basketball cour – that provided social development – to screen to screen interaction, where the connection between two people only exists somewhere in the ether.
It’s time kids get back on the playground equipment, bicycles, hula hoops, and trampolines, and step away from the glass. Now is the time to experience the outdoors as it was meant to be – from thumbs to arms and legs
Play stands for Promoting Lifestyle Activity for Youth. What better way to do that than with slides, basketball and hopskotch? Or better yet play environments that provide social activity and cognitive development. It’s time for real world communication, where children can actually interact with the world around them, make friendships that last and develop an ideology 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 tired of the phones and the tablets and go0 back to a period that was simpler. Perhaps we’ll start seeing kids and parents riding bikes again. Perhaps we’ll see a stone being skipped across the lake. Perhaps outdoor play equipment will become the new local hangout spot, where friendships are made and developed. Perhaps, Maybe, just maybe we’ll get back to the real world again. A life where this reality we live in is the only one we have – – and the only one that matters.