Remembering Fun…

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

Let’s see

Fun… I remember fun.

Probably the last time I had fun was with the kids. We always end up having some kind of fun together. Even when we are trying to calm down and wind down before bed. Kids know how to make anything fun. Even telling funny stories from their dads growing up years or mine.

A bean bag, a box of crayons, a stick. Games come out of nowhere and everywhere. One time I happened upon my son’s family at the beach. I was walking and had some extra time. Somehow the kids and I started pretending to be cavemen (people). There was a cave-like spot under the stairs. We built a pretend fire and pretend fished and pretended to invent sushi. We even found burnt wood and drew ‘cave paintings’. This game changed into pretend crossing the prairie in a covered wagon and getting cholera and rabies. Kids love tragedy and calamity. They love saving each other. We pretended some very elaborate storylines for years. Every time I saw the kids after that, they would all beg to play cave people.

I knew it wouldnt last forever, but the golden time of pretend play left me with some sweet fun memories.

We also used to play a version of tag they called Monster. We played this at the park for years. The person who is ‘it’ is the monster. As each person is tagged they also become monsters and help catch who ever is left. We often ended up with extra kids at the park playing too. It was always fun. Nothing like running around, up and through playground equipment to stir up some fun.

One time I read that you do everything for a first time and a last time. I thought about that one of the last times we played Monster. I knew my oldest was aging out of park play. Growing up is something everyone has to do. Necessary, inevitable, but a bit sad for this grandma.