Thursday, 11 December 2014

A Playground in December

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

At risk of sounding like a old codger what, I ask, is wrong with the youth of today? The first sign of a hint of chill in the air and no-one goes out to play.(Indeed does anyone go out to play in the park any more without some parent traipsing along to spoil the fun?) And what's with all that soft knee-friendly dirt surrounding those health-and-safety-approved slides and swings? Where is the broken glass, the concrete, the dog muck, the rusty squeaky Witch's hat and the vicious turntable ride that went faster and faster 'til you were flung off, dizzy and disoriented to graze your knees and the palms of your hands yet again? Ah just one more spin before it's time to go home...


  1. I imagine too many kids are being brought up with too many video games, and raised by helicopter parents who don't let them go out and about to play.

    I like the lyric... Feste and the Bard would approve!

  2. gee z if my parents knew half of what we got up to, i would be in bother, i was turfed out in a morning, sister and brother in tow, bottle of water, bag of jam sandwiches and told don't come back till tea, we spent whole days at either west or pearsons park, they really trusted us or didnt care, but we survived and have loads of memories to laugh about still.