Even the ol' pessimist Fredrich Nietzsche said, In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.
And Plato said, Life must be lived as play.
Jeez Louise, who are we to argue with those guys? I mean, they were two seriously smart dudes.
So play we must.
Let's investigate our capacity for fun, shall we? Do you have any toys left from your childhood? I only have a few.
This is the only original toy I've kept in my possession since childhood. My aunt made the pouch in about 1954 or so, and my ball and jacks have resided in it ever since. At one time, some of the jacks were brightly colored, others were shiny, and the ball actually bounced. (Now the ball kinda goes THUD.)
Okay, second question: Since you've been an adult, have you ever bought a toy for yourself?
What can I say?
I fell in love with Alf.
Okay, here's another one for you. Have you ever bought a toy for your child or grandchild because you wanted to play with it? Boy, oh, boy, have I ever! I could hardly wait for my kids to be old enough to play Stratego, to build models, and to create magic with an erector set. Reading my favorite children's books to my kids and grandkids is even more enjoyable than it was when I read them for the first time as a child.
Does anybody still buy you toys?
Smarticus and I usually give each other fun little gadgets to play with, because we're both overgrown kids at heart. But my favorite... my absolute favorite toy he ever got me is this:
Every time I saw the commercial for this toy on TV, I went nuts for it. Kept telling my hubby how I wished our kids were younger so we could buy it for them. (Right.) And ta-DA, he gave it to me for my birthday! (Can that man take a hint, or what???)
It is the coolest thing ever! You put in soap solution and a little bit of cooking oil, which warms up, so when you release a bubble bomb, it's filled with smoke. The bubble hits the ground, goes POP, and out comes the smoke. It's probably been close to thirty years since he gave it to me, and I still love it. It is still the coolest toy ever. (One of these days, I suppose I should let the grandchildren play with it...)
Okay, one last one to show you.
Isn't he adorable? When you squeeze his belly, he wolf whistles, and says, "I go bananas over you."
Your turn. Tell me about your toys.
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly. [Pablo Neruda]
Oh yeah, I've got a really neat jump rope, too, and a couple hula hoops. Last time I jumped rope with some of the grandkids, I fell on my arse. I thought it was hysterical, but my son and husband were mortified. Said I couldn't play anymore.
Think that'll stop me from playing next time ...?
Oh, no, no, no. I'll just be more cautious.
Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.
I will not play tug o' war.
I'd rather play hug o' war.
Where everyone hugs instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses and everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.