Backyard Adventures


As a kid, my summers included family camping trips, excursions to the amusement park, and Fourth of July fireworks. But those were the landmark events that punctuated the extended freedom of June, July, and August. On a day-to-day basis, my activities centered on the fun we created ourselves. And the location for that fun tended to be the none-too-large mixture of sun, shade, and lawn in our suburban backyard. 

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When I was a toddler, my dad built a sandbox in one corner of the backyard. The sandbox filled countless hours with imaginative play–mounding, grading, building, and digging. Did I use shovels and pails? I think so, but the toys I remember best from my sandbox were cast metal toy cars. Today, the few remaining Tootsietoy vehicles in my possession bear testimony to the trials they endured in those sandbox summer days. The cars look like they've been sandblasted (I suppose that's basically what happened), with remnants of their once-shiny paint remaining only in the crevices and grroves of their bodies.

Later, my sister and I adapted the game of badminton to our backyard and the flimsy badminton set we'd gotten with Top Value trading stamps from the Kroger supermarket. The badminton net was too much trouble to put up for a quick game on a sultry afternoon, so we used the clothesline that ran across the yard as a substitute net. And since our racquet skills were limited at best, we abandoned the regulation badminton rules. Instead, our objective was to collaborate on hitting the birdie back and forth as many times as possible, counting out loud as we went. Unpredictable breezes, intruding tree branches, and the neighbor's barking Chihuahuas all acted as hazards and distractions. It was the rare volley that made it over the count of ten before we bungled the birdie and we celebrated a moment of joint triumph when we reached a monumental figure like fifty.

A scrap wood sandbox filled with sand from the builder's supply company or a clothesline combined with pieces of a badminton set–they hardly seem like inspiring raw materials for fun. But they made great resources for summer play back then and happy memories today.

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