tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post5782099331480672135..comments2023-12-29T19:54:30.728-08:00Comments on the creamery: seeking: childhood wonder and strange horticulture practicesWhimsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05543385560164099748noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-62584970224728964862010-06-15T16:32:08.569-07:002010-06-15T16:32:08.569-07:00I've thought about how we used to meet each ot...I've thought about how we used to meet each other (though you know as well as I do that you usually didn't show up at the halfway point!! haha) and how I'd never let a kid do that now! How did our parents do it?!stacie dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02034940984926936683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-90598741518019425112010-06-15T14:26:51.081-07:002010-06-15T14:26:51.081-07:00I think of those same things, frequently, wistfull...I think of those same things, frequently, wistfully ... remembering kick-the-can games around the neighborhood; riding my bike to my *gasp* boyfriend's house which was 5 towns away - something like 15 miles - crazy! I was 14 yrs old. The invisible perimeter we had as children was so wide - miles and miles wide. My mom still laughs about it. I shudder now thinking of today's kids having that kind of freedom. Shelby certainly won't -- well, not until she's driving or something ;-) It's a different world, but like you said - our kids will have their own sweet memories of childhood, so let's keep baking those cookies and having those playdates and giggling and dancing with mommy and daddy before bedtime, making funny faces in the mirror. These ARE happy times -- they're just different.katelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08629934261506930311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8953434957462559041.post-19918166598015976332010-06-14T09:52:39.732-07:002010-06-14T09:52:39.732-07:00I remember walking to stores about a mile away fro...I remember walking to stores about a mile away from my house when I was in middle school. But I also remember being afraid someone was going to kidnap me. There were never any kids in my neighborhood (like, they didn't exist, not that they didn't play outside), and my little brother was 10 years younger, so not a lot of people to play with. <br /><br />I'd like my kids to be able to roam like I wanted to, but I can't imagine it. But maybe it's because it's just out of reach. We already let Kieran walk the dog by himself (he brings a walkie-talkie). Maybe they'll all seem more durable eventually.<br /><br />Things seem a lot different now, but maybe that's just how it looks as an adult from the outside.Aliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06560923893875596928noreply@blogger.com