Päivitetty: 7. tammi 2020
As a mother, one of my favorite sayings is “A teacher counts the days until Summer; a mother counts the days until Fall. “This is not a hard and fast rule, but it has some truth and merit.
Step back in time to when you were 10 - 12 years old.
For me, that’s 50 years - yikes!
The first few weeks of summer vacation were action-packed. Sleepovers and campouts, swimming and tennis lessons. Maybe you went to camp, Vacation Bible School, or on vacation.
Where I lived, on Tuesday afternoons the movie theater had a 25 cent film - and you got a small soda and popcorn with that.
We may have had a few chores, but basically, the days were ours to spend as we wish.
Bicycles gave us the freedom to go as far as we could ride but get home by 6:00 for dinner. Someone always had an idea for an adventure. We took off. No one wore bike helmets or sunscreen. No one had cell phones or money.
Summer evenings were great. There were nearly forty kids in my cul de sac. While we each pursued our own interests during the school year, we came together on summer nights to play. Which of these street games do you remember?
Kick the Can Ollie-Ollie-Oxen-Free Four Square
Kickball Hop-scotch Chinese Jumprope
Hide and Seek Jax Tag
Statues Red Rover Mother May I
String Games Marbles Red Light Green Light
Clapping Games Blind Mans Bluff British Bulldogs
Marco Polo Seven Up Simon Says
Steal the Bacon Capture the Flag