Today's post is a picture tag from my new friend, AZLarson.
Here are the rules:
1. Open your first photo folder
2. Scroll to the 10th photo.
3. Post the photo & the story behind it.
4. Tag 5 or more people.
Here it is, me playing outside with my little brother, my little daughter and some neighbor kids.
I played night games with these kids practically everyday for two months while I was living with my parents. Sometimes these kids would come over and ask if I could come out and play, instead of my little brother. It was so much fun, I felt like a kid again, my dad even bought me a jump rope.
The parents of these kids were a little concerned that I, a grown-up with kids of her own, was spending time outside playing with their kids. And then Z came back from China and he would join us outside playing kick-the-can, hide-and-seek, Charlie-Charlie Butcher boy, Ghost in the Graveyard, and Capture the Flag. That made the parents really suspicious, now there were two grown adults outside playing with their kids. I was kind of offended that they were so worried, I mean it's ME, I'm awesome, and would never hurt any kid. I've had kids spit on me, back when I worked at a daycare, and all I did was say "Oh GROSS!"
Anyway, I guess I understand their concern, they knew my parents, but didn't really know me. And I guess it didn't help that during our water balloon fight, Z threw a couple balloons too hard and made some of the kids cry.
How would you react if your kids were spending time with a 20-something year old couple?
Yeah, now that I think of it, it is a little weird.
It shouldn't be though!
Stupid corrupt society we live in, can't even say, "here I come, ready or not!" or "olly olly oxen free" without getting looked at fishy.
Now I tag all the homeless mommies in SLC because they probably don't get tagged very often. But they will be getting some very nice Mother's Day gift bags thanks to all your help.
But I still don't have enough to get me into that dress, but don't worry there's still a whole month left to try.
11 comments. For every comment received:
Twenty years ago, when I was a fifth grade teacher, the office staff gave awards to all the teachers at our school for teacher appreciation week. The award I received was for being a "Befriender of Students." I agree that the few sickos in our society have ruined it for the rest of us who genuinely and innocently like to play with kids.
Charlie Charlie Butcher Boy? How do you play that? The kids in my neighborhood are itching for a new night game, but I've already taught them all I know.
You can move here and play with my kids anytime you want!
Do you really want to know, Casey? It's a pretty fun game.
And thanks, AZ, It's nice to know that SOME people still trust their kids with complete strangers.
My husband was always out playing with all of the kids, too. But those were in more innocent days, I'm afraid. You're right. It's sad.
What isn't sad is that your homeless moms project is moving ahead full steam. I hope you get more donations!
=)
Kick the can was always a favorite, but there were never any adults to play with. They were always inside eating.
It sounds great to me! The house I grew up in was on the inside curve of a cul de sac and had a huge front lawn. We spent many summer nights playing red rover etc. and the whole neighborhood would come over--even some of the 20 something kids. It was awesome! Those little kids will remember it forever.
Sounds like fun to me! Times have certainly changed, unfortunately.
I just wanted to say I'm happy you are blogging. It makes me happy when I read it. Not that I was, like unhappy before, but the level of happiness experienced in a given moment is exponentially increased during the reading of your blog and for several minutes thereafter.
I'm not a homeless mom, but I'm considering myself tagged and doing this one anyway.
I wouldn't mind my kids playing with a nice 20-something couple that lived in our neighborhood...unfortunately, my daughter (the one with no stranger danger) always wants to play with teenagers!
Example: last summer, at the lake, she said, "Can I go play volleyball with those kids?" pointing to a group of cursing, smoking, scanty bikini-wearing teens.
No. ...and those aren't kids...and don't ever use any words you hear them using!
It's scary.
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