Daddy told me about his favourite game as a child.
Run, Sheep. Run.
He explained that a group of kids would divide into two teams. The wolves. And the sheep.
The sheep would hide, then send one of their number back to the wolves. This messenger would quickly draw a map illustrating just where the sheep were hiding.
The wolves would then head out to find them.
In the meantime, the sheep could stay where they had last been seen. Or move somewhere else entirely.
Once the wolves got close to them however, their messenger, running along behind the wolves would yell, “Run, sheep! Run!”
The sheep would scatter and try to make their way back to the designated place of safety before the wolves ‘caught’ them.
Dad says he and his friends spent many, many happy hours playing this game.
It sounded like . . . heaven.
During my own childhood, we had many outdoor games that we played. Tag. Anti-Ei-Over, Frozen tag. Capture the Flag. Kick the can. How had I missed Run, sheep. Run?
Moving on . . .
A few years ago, my Husby and I were at Fort Edmonton Park.
Don’t worry. The two will connect . . .
For those not familiar with it, Fort Edmonton is a reconstruction of the original fort for which Edmonton is named. The fort itself is surrounded by several ‘streets’ of differing time periods, each telling of a moment in Edmonton’s past.
It is a fascinating place. Where people in period costumes re-enact social, political and economic situations.
I know. I sound like a brochure.
I love it there.
The reason for our visit was the fiftieth anniversary of my aunt and uncle.
We visited. Laughed. Ate. Visited. Laughed. Watched their grandkids perform vignettes from their grandparents’ history. Laughed. Visited.
And generally had a wonderful time.
Part way through the day, my Husby and I stepped out onto the boardwalk.
To find all of their grandkids, released from their acting responsibilities, happily engaged in a game of hide-and-seek.
Hide-and seek.
I hadn’t seen kids play that in forever. Most of the kids I see now have their noses in an electronic device.
But here they were. Ranging in age from 3 to 15, all racing around to find places to hide.
And having a marvelous time.
Huh.
Kids really can (and do) play outside.
Just like my Dad did.
And me.
It gave me hope.
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This is such a charming piece, Diane.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carol!
DeleteWe played so many games outside in my 50's growing up in New York City. Hide and Go Seek, Potsy (a NYC version of hopscotch), stickball, curbball, nok hockey (I've blogged about that), rhyming games while bouncing spaulding balls. Yes, it gives me hope that children still play some of these games. Although, I have to admit, Sheep and Wolves is new to me!
ReplyDeleteIt was to me, too, Alana! Your games sound intriguing. I remember your nok hockey, but I'd love to hear about the others!
DeleteWell written and what a wonderful memory! Now we're all discussing the acts and the photo shoot and the goats. (The youngest of those grandkids are now 11!) I would love to show my kids how to play "Anti-ei-over" but I haven't been able to find an appropriate building - there are too many fences and attached garages nowadays. Any suggestions?
ReplyDeleteTime has gone by so fast, hasn't it, Emily? It seems, quite literally, like yesterday! I can't believe your baby (babies?) is (are?) 11! Find someone's barn! Perfect for Anti-ei-over!
DeleteMy kids, thank heaven, spent whole summers outdoors and in the pool across the street at the club. They enjoyed the creek, the pond, the wooded areas (not really forests, but enough for them) and the huge field.
ReplyDeleteThey did their share of TV watching, but there was always fun to be had outdoors.
So glad to hear it, Mimi! It sounds wonderful!
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