Childhood is a fading memory, the best days of your life? A chilhood being child, playing with dolls, toy guns, have real life adventures on bombed out houses amongst the dirt and fallen bricks. We were copying the grown-ups. I remember dressing up in mum’s wedding dress that she still had when I was 10 years old.I didn’t notice that it was cheap silk imitation, going slightly yellow. I was practicing for my later years perhaps, although I never wore a bride’s dress, I did not want one or need one.
Times change and do the ideas about having a chldhood? I do not miss my childhood, it was great while it lasted, but it does not last. I left home at 20 for another country. Of course, my kids also had a childhood but it was something different. Boys will be boys and they gathered the scars and scratches of playing outside, but they had something that I did not have.
They had a gameboy childhhood. Instead of climbing trees or playing cops and robbers or cowboys and indians they would sit in a chair and have their own Game Boy with it various games. Mario was not an Italian waiter, it was Super Mario and he overcame all sorts of obstacles on his way through a virtual adventure course. He jumped over obstacles, climbed surreal mountains and if he was lucky he would survive to continue on the next part of his life. I know all about it, I watched with itchy fingers at the progress my son made in this make believe world. Of course just one game was not enough, you had to have a choice. The choice was made by his colleagues at school becaue they also had a game boy. Someone somewhere had that little plastic square packed with new experiences of life. Not all were about Super Mario, although most. You could pile up bricks in various shapes and sizes and colours. Of course this was educational, at least that is what we parent decided, especially when the kids were in bed in the evening and they could also play uninterrupted.
Childhood progresses and what was the childhood of my kids has now developed in to something completely different. I found the discarded Gameboy equipment in a cupboard. I must had kept it for my grandchildren, although up to now there are none on the horizon and I am sure if and when they arrive the Gameboy would definitely be out. I experienced today’s childhood with the kids I meet in every day life. They are now equipped with mobile phones. Everyone has one, and it might be that mummy and daddy need to know where their children are 24/7. Of course the children must have this means of communication. Everyone has one and it is educational. They can even write messages to their colleagues instead of speaking and the language of mobile telephone speak is now in. Why bother to learn how to spell at school. For example the word “you” can be substituted by one letter “u”. It is so much easier. The use of a vowel also has become obsolete, consonents suffice.
We want our chldren to grow up and become fully equipped adults and so we do our best to show them how. I am slowly becoming a child hater, what a terrible thing to say. I wish the parents would leave them at home with gran or the neighbour instead of dragging them to the supermarket, but it is all in the name of education and becoming a grown-up. Childhood is a disappearing occupation.
Arriving at the car park in the supermarket you seach for a shopping trolley. If your children are with you, then this is wrong and you are making a mistake in their development and education. They must be part of the action and it all begins with those children that are not yet able to move as fast as mummy. They can accompany mummy by sitting in their own mini car, attached to the shopping trolley and available in nice bright colours. For the older children smaller versions of mummy’s shopping trolley are supplied. There are many proud mothers that throw the selected goods into Jonny’s/Jenny’s shopping cart, after all they have to learn how it works. One day they will also be grown ups and it is all in preparation of this day.
Unfortunately there are still golden oldies that use these shopping temples like me. How often is your pathway blocked by these dear little children playinjg grown up and using their miniature trolley as a sort of obstacle course, winding their way through the golden oldies who are far too slow and complicated.
Oh childhood, where have your days gone when you would clutch your doll in your arms . Where are the barren lands of adventure where you would climb over a wall to discover what was on the other side, or even kick a football through a window. These were the days of risk and survival, making experiences in life. Today our children go shopping like mummy, even help mummy to pay at the cash desk with a plastic card and when at home they can log-on to their very own computer.
Just a minute, forget the last part about logging on, they are too busy speaking to Charlie or Janet on their mobile phone or sending messages.