A GAME, according to my dear friend Merriam-Webster, is "a physical or mental activity or contest that has rules and that people do for pleasure." When I hear the word "game", what immediately comes to mind are the hours upon hours of my childhood spent playing every kind of game a kid's imaginative mind can possibly come up with.
I remember bright summer days spent outside zipping through the yard on my girly kick-scooter and chasing after my brother and cousins on their macho bicycles (with training wheels!). I remember rainy Saturday afternoons spent inside pretending to be spies as we go from our headquarters and down to the kitchen to get cookies without getting caught.
I don't understand why some kids are in such a hurry to grow up. Ironically, I was one of those kids. So eager to leave these games of chase and pretend behind not knowing that these games will follow me into my (young) adult life. A girl can grow up and leave her toys and dolls behind, but the games we play remain with us. They evolve as we do and oftentimes, they end up becoming twisted adult versions of the simple games of our childhood.
I remember bright summer days spent outside zipping through the yard on my girly kick-scooter and chasing after my brother and cousins on their macho bicycles (with training wheels!). I remember rainy Saturday afternoons spent inside pretending to be spies as we go from our headquarters and down to the kitchen to get cookies without getting caught.
I don't understand why some kids are in such a hurry to grow up. Ironically, I was one of those kids. So eager to leave these games of chase and pretend behind not knowing that these games will follow me into my (young) adult life. A girl can grow up and leave her toys and dolls behind, but the games we play remain with us. They evolve as we do and oftentimes, they end up becoming twisted adult versions of the simple games of our childhood.
