childhood unplugged

 

the child in the sandbox

with a shovel and pail

graduates to a tricycle,

to a bouncy ball, to a

kite, to a jump-rope or

mitt, to jacks or mumbly-

peg, to hopscotch and

somersaults, or sky-

tag on the playground,

to tree-climbing, to 50

yard dashes, to keep-

away, to shooting hoops,

to riding no-handed,

to swimming, to diving,

to skipping rocks, to may-

be noticing the opposite

sex, maybe that first kiss,

but that's later, some-

where down the road.

First, there is a sandbox.





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Written on 2023-08-26 at 13:36

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
As the grandfather of some very young kids, I've been watching even earlier milestones: recognizing that one has, and can learn to control, appendages, learning to speak, learning to walk, then climb and descend stairs, jumping. Each actually is an astonishing achievement. By sandbox time, a kid is incredibly competent.
2023-08-26