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    • The town I grew up in is like that, all the little woodlots and fields that we use to play in are gone, condos and houses and such.

      I now live further out from the city. Still some woods here, but all the private land is being developed. None of the kids in this town seem to play in the woods anyway. They are too busy on their smart phones, or playing video games. They stay indoors, they being raised as human veal.

      Of course it is wrong to criticize my brother without looking at the mote in my own eye. I fought against getting my children phones and video games when they were growing up, of course I eventually lost out to my wife who did not want them to become social misfits like their dad.

      The results...
      Oldest daughter: Lives in Vermont, modern age hippie, zen with nature. I think it turned out well because I was able to hold out the longest with her.
      Middle daughter: Finishing up college. Likes the physical challenge of hiking. She has a different motivation than me, but I am glad to see she gets out in the woods sometimes.
      Youngest son: Physically active with sports, but never walks in the woods. Addicted to his phone. I worry the most about him.

      I am afraid once they are hooked, there is no cure.
      “Of all sad words of tongue or pen,
      the saddest are these, 'It might have been.”


      John Greenleaf Whittier
    • We didn't have a sand lot for baseball, but did have some wooded empty lots we would play in. We would build "forts", which were piles of dead branches. Using clippers for trimming trees, we would hollow out an area in the middle of the pile where we could hide out. When built near the edge of the wood lot, you could hide in there and watch people go by on the the street but they could not see you. Very exciting.
    • not exactly baseball...

      just finished a short (3.5 mile) walk around the soccer fields. on the last soccer field there was a spirited game of coed kickball going on by a bunch of teenagers (which was probably the last time i played). home plate was right on the corner, so there was no doubt where the first and third baselines and foul lines were. smart thinking! i really wanted to ditch the walking and join them.

      oh yeah...the cutie playing first smiled at me when i passed by the first time. :)
      2,000 miler
    • max.patch wrote:

      not exactly baseball...

      just finished a short (3.5 mile) walk around the soccer fields. on the last soccer field there was a spirited game of coed kickball going on by a bunch of teenagers (which was probably the last time i played). home plate was right on the corner, so there was no doubt where the first and third baselines and foul lines were. smart thinking! i really wanted to ditch the walking and join them.

      oh yeah...the cutie playing first smiled at me when i passed by the first time. :)
      "first time", how many return trips did you make? ;)
      The road to glory cannot be followed with much baggage.
      Richard Ewell, CSA General