Big Business Occupies Childhood
By Jeffrey Page
We’ve got an economy in the pits. We’ve got people who would put our drinking water at risk to frack for natural gas. We’ve got several pretty weird people wishing to make the race against President Obama next year. We’ve got a changing climate. We’ve got war.
So on the surface, I concede, my connection of a catalog from L.L. Bean with my still unanswered question about whatever happened to childhood may not be sound like a barn burning issue.
But wait a second. I’m talking about children, which automatically makes it important.
Next time you wonder whatever happened to childhood, remember one of the primary activities of winter when we were kids. In a snowball fight we’d scoop up some snow – the wetter the better – pack it into the shape of a ball and heave it.
We would team up with a friend on one side of, say, a driveway and two of our friends would be on the other side. The four of us would make snowballs as fast as possible, and toss them across the divide. If our aim and timing were good, and if our arm was strong enough, we’d toss a snowball and nail one of the other kids with a snowball that pounded into an arm or a chest – or (best of all) in the face. Then we’d hide from counterattack in the ragged snow forts we had built.
In fact, one of the things that happened to childhood is that we allowed retailers and merchandisers to get their hands on it. Specifics? Here’s one.
Arriving in the mail this week was an L.L. Bean catalogue offering all manner of parkas, gloves, hats and socks to keep you warm and dry. So far, so good.
And there, at the bottom of Page 23, was one of the explanations of what has happened to childhood.
We used to make snow balls with out hands. But now, for $29.95, Bean will sell us a five-piece kit containing two pliers-like devices with attached cups. Fill the cups with snow, squeeze, and presto; you have what the catalogue writer describes as “perfect snowballs.”
Also in this set of “fun tools” are three plastic molds. Fill one with snow and you have a turret. A turret? The thing that goes on castles? What’s next? A moat? Fill the other two molds and you have shapes with which to make snow blocks – your snow fort’s walls.
“These fun tools let kids build their own snow forts and fill them with perfect snowballs,” Bean says.
The most important part of childhood is learning about the world and how it works. One of the things we learned was that scrunching snow in our hands rarely resulted in a “perfect snowball,” whatever that actually is. But we also learned that perfection wasn’t the point. The idea was to do our best and have fun.
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November 17th, 2011 at 12:44 am
Jeff, I agree that there are definitely childhood games and activities that adults need to keep their hand off of. Near my house used to be a tiny stream and a pile of dirt in a vacant lot. Kids played in the stream and rode their bikes down the dirt pile. Everybody had fun. Then one day the town brought in a bulldozer and leveled the dirt pile, redirected the little stream, paved the whole area, painted a basketball court on it, and put a fence around it. Now the playground is vacant most of the time, except when teenaged boys use the basketball court. Over-supervised kids never learn how to organize themselves, how to settle their own disputes, or how to learn from their mistakes (They have to be allowed to make them first.) They’re denied the joy and creativity of finding, building and decorating their own place, whether that place is an old, abandoned shed, a tree in a field somewhere, or maybe a stream and a dirt pile.
November 17th, 2011 at 9:31 am
Thanks, Lee. Do you think it’s overdramatizing it to suggest that with more and more adult involvement in the lives of children, we’re taking the adventure out of being a kid? Seems to me that taken to its logical conclusion, there would be no time and thus no patience for watching a kid learn about the world on her own.
JP
November 17th, 2011 at 9:48 am
agree with all the comments. children have become smaller versions of adults. my pet peeve is the clothing. we dress little girls like, well i’ll reserve the word and little boys like “gangstas”. they sing and dance provoactively (sp) while parents video them and place it all on youtube! children are so terribly exploited more than ever before. thanks for a thought provoking article.
November 17th, 2011 at 10:37 am
Right. Does the name JonBenet Ramsey ring a bell?
Many years ago when I was working in the Sullivan County bureau of the Times Herald-Record, there was a supervisor from the Town of Delaware with a great wit. V-e-r-y conservative guy, extremely likeable. He said the problem with young people in those days (circa 1975) was that the girls dresed like hookers, the boys dressed like thugs, and the parents didn’t seem to give a damn.
JP