This is a real conversation that just took place between me and Scott (my boyfriend of 8 years) upon spying a couple of young neighborhood boys playing rough in their yard without a grown-up around. I was a little concerned. He wasn’t.:
Scott: “Do you know what your kids don’t get today? I mean, not just your kids, but all kids. Adventure! When I was little we had adventures. Me and my brothers.
Me: “Isn’t that how you ended up with a knife in your foot and a shovel to your head?”
Scott: “It wasn’t a knife.”
Me: “Oh, that’s right. It was a dart. Your brother hit you in the foot with a dart.”
Scott: “Yeah. But we got to run around unsupervised. Kids don’t get to do that anymore. We would explore the forests behind the house…”
Me: “The same forest you set on fire?”
Scott: “But we were free. Free to roam!”
Me: “You mean roam the wild, untamed badlands of Scarsdale, New York?”
Scott: “We were tough.”
Me: “You were idiots.”
Scott: “We had a gang.”
Me: “Your scout troop?”
Scott: “You don’t get it.”
Oh, I get it.
But I’m also going to get a fire extinguisher to keep handy in case those boys decide to have a little adventure in my yard.