It’s September in snoburbia, where back-to-school means dawn-to-dusk activities that enhance our children’s already keen intelligence and coordination – and ultimately, their Bowdoin and Stanford applications.
When I was a kid, my brother and I basically ran loose for hours a day after school, as we had virtually no homework or formal activities. We went all over the neighborhood (get ready) … without cellphones. My parents didn’t know where we were for hours at a time. We got dirty, climbed tall trees, cut open our feet on pop-tops, and fell off our banana seat bikes – without helmets. We built Evel Knievel jump ramps. Unless we had an injury requiring hospitalization, we went home only when my mother rang the cowbell that signaled dinnertime.
And I turned out okay, right? Right??