Good old days
The 1960s were my childhood years, and what a great time it was. I was too young to understand the trouble in Southeast Asia; but old enough to appreciate that there was something interesting about the opposite sex, and that sandlots seemed to be made especially for playing ball. Throughout the summer, baseball ruled the day. In the fall, we turned to football. Occasionally we’d find a garage with a basketball hoop, and in the winter we’d grab our skates and sticks and head for a patch of ice.
Many good and lasting memories were created in those years. They were the good old days of youth and innocence. Imagine: It all happened without the oversight of coaches, parents, sandlot owners with their liability concerns, etc. It was just kids who gathered to have a great time playing ball.
We learned on our own how to improvise and compromise for the sake of keeping the game and the fun going. We had baseball rules such as right field out, pitchers hands out, and that wonderful thing called the do-over. There were no called balls and strikes, but that was fine because we wanted to hit and field the ball. We learned a little bit along the way about leadership and conflict resolution as well.
When I contrast those times with the things that are happening today, it saddens me. The very thought of a parent bringing a gun to a ball field to make sure that his son gets enough playing time is simply beyond my ability to comprehend. What a memory that must have created for everyone who had to witness the terrible event.
It’s high time we look at where we have come and where we are headed in this world of organized sports for our children. Let’s bring back to our kids some of that good old days’ innocence.
Now we are also hearing about schools banning any games of tag on the playground because children might get hurt. Please, can we get a little perspective on things and let kids be kids? Jim Hutchens Wixom, Michigan