I looked out my window the other day and saw this going on in my front yard. I had kept one of the swings from the playset we had in our back yard when my own kids were young and I hung it out front from a maple tree. Every once in a while someone will come by and take a ride, usually a mom with her toddler.
I watched these two girls take turns pushing each other. Swinging as if they owned it. Then they poked around my Little Free Library and tromped across my lawn collecting chestnuts that had fallen to the ground. They found a stick and batted it against a rock. Then they crossed my driveway and into the next yard to explore some more.
What’s the big deal? None. Except you just don’t see that anymore: kids wandering the neighborhood unfettered, doing as they please, exploring, walking on lawns and through gardens. It gave me great pleasure to see this, that’s all. I did the same thing when I was a kid, and I thought it might have become a lost art.
