There was an article the other day discouraging parents from letting kids play with the classic "army men" toys. Too violent. Of course, articles by young politically correct journalists had absolutely zero social impact on me, but did stir some pleasant memories of hours spent deploying my army men for battle.
There are so many pastimes which kids once enjoyed which you don't see much anymore ...
... like soldier helmets and toy machine guns. I also had cowboy outfits and gun holsters. Equipped thusly, I was able to clear the neighborhood of indigenous people while simultaneously fending off foreign invaders.
... like playing in the dirt for hours with toy trucks and farm equipment.
... like riding miles to a store to buy a soda which was funded by collecting glass bottles from the roadside on the way there.
... like bubble gum in your baseball cards.
... like climbing trees.
... like dialing a phone. And carrying no wireless devices other than a $3 transistor radio.
... like keeping a baseball glove on your bike's handlebars in case you happened across a game in progress.
... like counting stars. There seemed to be so many more of them.
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