The best two moments of my summer thus far sprung from two things normally not high on my yay! list: pulling thistles from the jumble of pine trees and junipers that form the woods in our backward and driving a gaggle of middle school boys across town to lacrosse practice.
What made these favorites? That in both instances I was treated to the wild, wooly and wonderful imaginations of kids at play. While I pulled weeds, two girls on the other side of the fence play-acted a story in which they kept twisting the plot. While I drove carpool, the boys designed desks of the future. (And if there are any venture capitalists out there, you may want to get in on these ideas! I already placed an order.)
I was delighted by what I overheard. While so many ramble on about how "kids today" no longer know how to play or to pretend because of their e-gadgets, I eavesdropped on proof otherwise. "Never fear, world!" I wanted to yell. "Kids still know how to pretend."1