Last night my husband called me out to the garden to watch the Perseides meteor shower. The sky was clear, the moon was out of sight, the wind and rain were non-existent. A perfect night for star-gazing. Every few minutes, as we looked up to the heavens, our eye would catch a zing of light in one corner. By the time we had turned our heads it was already in the past. After 20 minutes we both had cricked necks. Had the patio table been dry we might have laid upon it and spent a good few hours waiting for those glorious flashes, but discomfort overcame the thrill. Fireworks are far more spectacular but those few brief sparks in the sky last night were, truly, amazing.
It made me realise how much technology has improved so that even now we escape more readily into the make-believe as it far surpasses reality. Think of the exhilaration of sitting in a 3D cinema watching a baseball fly straight towards you, gasps and shouts ringing about your ears; you even duck! I heard on the radio this morning that fewer and fewer children play outdoors. They don’t know how to skip let alone own a skipping rope, don’t know how to play hopscotch, french skip or the songs to juggle balls to. I leant all those things from other children either playing on the street or the playground. Now, schools bring in adults to teach the children these games and what happens when the children go home ? Do they share this knowledge? No, they share the latest Xbox or Playstation game. Learning the manual dexterity required to enable Indiana Jones to capture a crystal is preferrable to attempting to jump to square 10 in hopscotch.
But then, I am as much to blame for as I sit and write this blog what is my 9-year-old son doing? Don’t ask for I am too ashamed to answer but Indi is doing just fine.