Games Children Play

Posted by Jaime Buckley in Growing Up, Jaimes Journal, Some People's Children! | 1 comment

Our kids are spoiled. Look at all the toys, games, electronic devices and media saturated environments they are involved in? Most youth nowadays could probably break down a computer and design software if they were motivated, but can’t figure out how to have a verbal conversation with their own parents in a social setting that doesn’t allow texting.

Do you remember our lives as youth?

Hell, if I was lucky, I got to spend 20 minutes trying the cutting edge game called PONG!

I had tinker toys, leg-gos and ever-cool lincoln logs. It’s when the best football games were the ones you played live, with friends, and come home with the trophy scars of war. You remember those days, don’t you? The adults wanted you to play touch football or flag football, but as soon as the adults turned their heads long enough or left the field, the rules went out the window! Yeeeeeaaah baby!! Knees, elbows and bloody lips were the call of the day as the pig skin rolled across the ground and you dove at it to save the day.

Now the only bloody lips are from the fights of who gets the playstation controller.

What happened to creative games? Creative game play?? Using your brain to come of of new, fun ways to spend time!?

So many of us are wasting our time on things of no consequence. Crap, even business men play games of doing business, thinking it’s some kind of achievement to create a business in the realm of ‘moneyville’ while their work suffers in real life [or they could become ever more productive].

I have a lot of find memories from when I was a child and the games I played.

…ok, they were actually games other kids played on me.

…ok, they aren’t really fond memories.

…ok, they sucked actually, but I survived.

Bugger this. I’m gonna go play Mafia Wars.

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