I dream of Cyrus and Elsa having an old fashioned childhood. We are lucky enough to live in an area that values local food. We have a milk man who delivers milk in tall glass bottles once a week to our door step. One morning I was up early enough to learn that he is a particularly attractive milk man, is that safe?
Is it possible that my generation was the last to play independently outside? I remember getting on my bike and riding (what seemed like) across town to see if my friend Mary could play.
Our home now is located in a little cluster of homes with four acres of fields and forests for the kids to play in. We have a very "neighborly" relationship with all of them and keep an eye out for all the kids. Neighbors knock on the door and kids spend hours playing outside.
This is a fort that they had been working on for months before I even knew it existed. Do I know other 6 year olds who have that freedom? Lucky kid.
