…and remembering long summer days when we only went inside to use the bathroom (the girls, anyway). Hour after hour, we played in the sun – no sunscreen, no bottled water. Just hats and shady trees and drinking cold metallic heaven straight from the garden hose before we hooked it back to the sprinkler. We had no air conditioning, just box fans in the bedroom windows, and we spent the day drenched in sweat, scratching our mosquito bites, scraping our knees and elbows, getting dirty and bruised, and we were never happier.
After spending this very hot day with 200 seventh graders at Great America, I am convinced that kids no longer have this type of freedom or fortitude. And it makes me sad.