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| Real kids playing a real game |
Okay
youngsters, let me hip you (I’ve been listening to Moms Mabley again,) life is
like a pick-up game. Now, a pick-up game is one we played back in the day before
every subdivision had its own team. Now that I think about it, it was before
city’s even had subdivisions.
We’d go out
and look for a kid who had a ball and then we’d see how many kids we had. We
split up and form teams to play whatever game the ball would allow for. I was
usually picked last, but that is not the point.
The point I’m
making is that just like in life, you
have to get in where you fit in. You have to make your own games, fun and
joy and you have to be ready to play with people you don’t know, don’t like,
and already know can’t run fast.
We hardly
ever see pick-up games any more. In fact, we hardly ever see kids playing
outside. Games are manufactured and we imitate something in front of a computer
screen until we forget our own reality.
Today, I’d like you to do something for
me and for you. Find your local community calendar and pick an even or place
you have never been to and go. It can be a town hall meeting a dog party (we
had one here last week,) a lecture or a play. Find something new and jump in.
You can even
go outside with a ball and look for some folks to play---okay never mind. We
had an adult kickball tournament once and everyone, including me suffered an
injury.
The point is
to go out and make your fun.
Life is waiting for
you.
Be you, be fun, be in.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
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| Neighborhood Kids...we really are the world |
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