In the early 1970s, I was assigned to Southern California. My wife and I (who both grew up in Brooklyn) tried to teach the kids how to play stickball. Their first question, when they saw the equipment, was “where do you plug it in?”
It was a simpler time: discarded pieces of clothes lines kept groups of girls of all ages busy with a social and aerobic activity. A mop handle and rubber ball kept a gang of boys running around all day. We also had other “games” that kept us running and moving or bouncing or chasing a ball.
No adult supervision required. No uniforms required. No special equipment required. No having the parents drive you to practice required. No WiFi required.
In the early 1970s, I was assigned to Southern California. My wife and I (who both grew up in Brooklyn) tried to teach the kids how to play stickball. Their first question, when they saw the equipment, was “where do you plug it in?”
It was a simpler time: discarded pieces of clothes lines kept groups of girls of all ages busy with a social and aerobic activity. A mop handle and rubber ball kept a gang of boys running around all day. We also had other “games” that kept us running and moving or bouncing or chasing a ball.
No adult supervision required. No uniforms required. No special equipment required. No having the parents drive you to practice required. No WiFi required.