I sometimes marvel at all the shit kids have to entertain themselves with these days.
While the technology they have at their fingertips would have blown the minds of entire teams of NASA scientists from back in the day, there is a part of me that feels somewhat sorry for the little bastards.
They don’t have to use their own imaginations.
As I am sitting here drinking some coffee and trying to get fully awake there is some kind of game console with the hand held controllers laying on the floor in front of the television.
Nintendo, Play Station, Wii, I don’t fucking know nor do I care.
It did cause some very old memories to flash through my half awake mind of what we did as kids to entertain ourselves and it’s like comparing the Stone Age to the futuristic dream worlds of science fiction.
I spent many a day playing with scraps of wood pretending they were either swords or sub machine guns.
I also spent many a day playing in ditches, making dams and little boats out of wood scraps.
We usually lived fairly close to wooded areas and had bike trails that literally went for miles.
In other words, we entertained ourselves OUTSIDE.
It had to basically be pouring rain before we would scurry for cover and even then, you didn’t go in the house unless you had a damn good reason.
It wasn’t until I started junior high school that I discovered that I had grown up poor according to some people.
I would still argue that point to this day. We might not have had a lot of money but we were generally pretty happy.
Granted, there are several times that I can remember things being really bad, I grew up in a broken home and my parents finally divorced when I was eight. There were more than a couple of times when my little brother was hungry and there was no adult around to feed us and there wasn’t really anything to feed us with anyway.
A couple of slices of white bread with mustard and ketchup smeared on it became pizza for him to get by with and I got real damned good at making pancakes and frying eggs at a very young age.
I believe those times when I was growing up and taking care of him by myself with no adults around all day helped me to learn how to think outside the box and shaped me into the creative, make it work, re-purpose every damn thing guy that I grew up into.
It also probably helps explain this mild case of hoarding that I have.
Most kids these days are spoiled rotten, have no real wants and have never had to learn things for themselves the hard way.
It shows too.
I think I’d rather be poor and not know it.