I was fortunate to have grown in a rural community on the
west coast of my beautiful island. This afforded
me the luxury of open yard space, a river, playing field and the beach where I
could roam and play carefree. I can
remember playing for hours with my cousins in my great grandmother’s back yard. There we would climb the plum tree, seeing
who would get the juiciest red plum. My
sisters, cousins and I would often play hide and seek, hopscotch, cricket or
rounders in my yard. During our game of
hide and seek we would often use my mums flowering plants a haven in which to
hide. I can still picture myself
holding that little wooden bat (which my uncle had made me from the coconut
palm) trying to hit the ball. Those were
indeed happy days.
On Sundays, my dad would take us to the sea side. There on the beach I learnt the art of sand
castle making. I also collected sea
shells and my sisters and I searched for tortoise. On some days my sisters would take me to the
river. There I always had a blast playing and splashing in the crystal clear
water. My sisters would catch crayfish
while I carried the tiny bucket in which the crayfish was placed. Back at home, the crayfish caught would be
cleaned and seasoned, and using a small coal pot which my grandmother had given
me we would cook a crayfish broth. As I
grew older and entered primary school, recess time was all play. My friend and I would spend the entire break
period playing jack (with tiny stones we had collected from the river), jump
rope or ‘chinese skip’. Those were my
magical childhood days were my parents and sisters enhanced my physical,
social, emotional and cognitive development by allowing me to play freely. Having five siblings and four cousins who
frequented my home, social dramatic play gave me experiences that taught me to
use my gross and fine motor skills, communicate, cooperate, compromise and
solve problems. Today as an adult, I
still find time to play. I would often
spend some time playing with my nieces, grandnieces and grandnephews. I also take some time to play with my
partner.
Today, play is not the same as it use when I was a
child. Although many children frequent
the field, they do not run about freely.
Most often, they are there with their coach training for football or
cricket. No longer do you see many
children in the river catching crayfish.
The majority of them are engrossed in television, video games and
computers (on the social media). The
games I played at recess are no longer played.
Children just sit around and eat and often times are asked not to run in
the school yard. It is my hope that
parents and educators alike will realize the positive impact play has on a child’s
development and will encourage children to participate in free play both at
home and in school.
Picture
of coal pot similar to that used in childhood play
Picture
of bucket similar to that used to collect crayfish
Picture of tiny sea stones used to play jacks
I really enjoyed your post. The environment in which you were able to grow and play seems amazing. I think it is very telling that even so many miles apart as children we played some of the same games outside and in.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
Helen
Zephirina,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading your post. I could almost picture you as a child catching crayfish and playing on the beach. I think it is interesting that we both grew up in different parts of the world yet we both enjoyed fun and seemingly carefree childhoods. I also enjoyed your first quote. Adults forget to play, which is sad to me. I am and always want to stay a kid at heart and play when I can. I think we would have a happy world if adults continued to play. What do you think?
Myra