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Pop quiz:What toy is "found in all sizes in nature, inspires spontaneous,unstructured play, and can be used in unending imaginative ways?"Here's a hint: this same toy can be used "to draw in the sand on thebeach or to use as a magic wand, sling shot, light saber, fishing rod,or walking stick." Here's one more clue: It doesn't cost a thing.
Ifyou haven't guessed it by now, the press release quoted above refers tothe stick. Note the lack of a trademark registration: I'm talking abouta plain old garden-variety stick. As in a broken branch. A piece oftree.
A stick.
Joiningsuch luminaries as Crayola® crayons, alphabet blocks, and the equallyverstaile cardboard box, the stick was recently inducted into theNational Toy Hall of Fame. This level of recognition is unsurpassed inthe annals of garden debris. Selecting the stick for this honorengendered a sarcastic sally or two, of course, including a headlinefrom TV's Best Week Ever, noting, "Stone and dirt file protest, hoping for consideration."
Jokingaside, sticks and stones do make great toys, whether you're tossing theformer to your dog or skimming the latter across a pond. When was thelast time your kids took part in either of these simple pastimes? Oddsare, not lately.
Unsurprisingly,statistics show that today's children spend less time playing outdoorsthan ever before, devoting far more time to television and electronicmedia than to physical activities. Even when they do play outside, themajority of it is spent in structured activities. Although we, asparents, have memories of playing in mud puddles, climbing trees,riding bikes, and hiking in the woods, very few of us take part inthese activities today. Research has shown that kids are far morelikely to enjoy nature if a parent or caretaker explores the outdoorswith them.
Thefirst generation raised in the 21st century faces serious healthproblems, including diabetes, obesity, heart disease, and attentiondeficit disorder, as a result of decreased physical activity. Unless wedo something to change the current trend, our children will haveshorter, less healthy lives than their parents. The landmark No ChildLeft Inside (NCLI) Act—inspired by Richard Louv's award-winning book, Last Child in the Woods—promises to provide funding for environmental instruction, teach professionaldevelopment, and support outdoor learning activities. All of thosethings will have an impact.
If passed by Congress, the NCLI Act would be the first environmental education bill to be approved in a quarter century.
Anumber of states and environmental organizations have institutedChildren's Outdoor Bill of Rights—not mandates, but reminders that kidsare entitled to free, unstructured time to discover their connections to the world around them. For example, the Chicago Wilderness partnership's Children's OutdoorBill of Rights states that every child should have the opportunity to:
- Discover wilderness: praries, dunes, forests, savannas, and wetlands
- Camp under the stars
- Follow a trail
- Catch and release fish, frogs, and insects
- Climb a tree
- Explore nature in neighborhoods and cities
- Celebrate heritage
- Plant a flower
- Play in the mud or a stream
- Learn to swim
When my son was young, he loved to squeeze the flower buds of hostas, which made asatisfiying "pop." He would walk throught he garden, stroking the softfronds of the tall grasses, and dig for fossils in the backyard. Hediscovered how to take a broad piece of crabgrass, flatten it betweenhis thumbs, and blow--it makes a great whistle when you get it right.
Communingwith nature is as simple as sticks and stones. It involves goingoutside and becoming aware of all the little miracles we take forgranted. We can't teach our kids the joy of discovery; all we can do isallow it to happen. Take your kids outside—go on, do it now. Introduceyour kids to that great toy, the stick, and let their imaginations takeit from there.
Who knows? You might even enjoy it yourself.
Recommended Reading:
A Natural Sense of Wonder
Nature and Young Children
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Becke, great post!
I was always a kid who liked to be outside (when I wasn't inside reading)..... playing in the dirt and mud with my brother. We would design roadways, and causeways for our little cars and trucks, and of course, you had to have a stick to draw it all out!
And now I play in clay, where sticks of all shapes and sizes and textures, are used in the process of sculpting and creatiing designs. Leaves of all shapes and textures can be used, as well. Pressed into the clay, makes great designs. When I was making jewelry, I'd collect certain ones, and use them as models, recreating them in earrings.
I've always loved sharing these outdoor activities with my kids, and now grandkids. They would rather be outside, then inside. Taking my kids into the forests while camping, we'd find things to make so many craft projects...bark, moss, stones...and a little glue! Just takes a little imagination...you are so right!
Even going to the beach, you can find a stick to draw in the sand...build a castle, or dig a hole...I collect driftwood to incorporate into the designs of my ceramic windchimes.. I love to skip a stone across the surf...showing these little fun things to kids, really is a joy.
Good thoughts, Becke!
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Becke, don't tell me you're not artistic!....it just shows in other ways! You had the spark as a kid, it just took on different forms when ignited.
Clay soil can be sooooo nasty, in some ways, as I think you know! But it sounds like you had fun, none the less, and I'm sure your parents loved everything you made! LOL
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I'm sure they were especially happy when my brother and sister spent the day mucking around outside, because my mom had her hands full with my baby sister.
Speaking of outside, I'm working on my laptop at a table right next to the window opening onto my deck. There is a very friendly raccoon with his nose pressed up to the glass, watching every move I make.
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Reminds me of my first sculptures. Just a four year old playing in the mud while my parents gardened. Some how I had the idea of mixing in pine straw I broke up into to the mix to make it stiffer. Started free forming the ducks I'd seen that morning at the river. My dad came by, thought they were pretty good, desided to show me how to sunbake clay. So we baked them. Later in the week he pulled out a couple of pots of leftover paint, handed me a brush, and gave me instructions to go at it kiddo. I found them a few years back. Not bad, a little gritty in texture, but they look like red and white ducks.
Mud and creation go hand and hand within a child's mind. Go play in the dirt.
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Congratulations, Becke! And what a wonderful subject - sticks and stones - still my favorite toys (besides cardboard boxes.) I grew up in the country, in Germany, and during the summer months we would spend all day outdoors, in the woods, building forts, yes, with sticks and stones, decorating them with flower garlands and moss and leaves. At lunch time we ate apples from a farmer's tree, wild blueberries from the south side of the mountain, and rhubarb from somebody's garden plot. We learned to swim in a creek and my first pets were snails.
A few years ago I took my then 13-year old granddaughter back to my hometown to show her where I grew up. She loved the food, the hotel, the opportunity to shop for souvenirs, German cartoons on TV, even the walk through the cemetery, but when we climbed the first mountain (there were two more to go) she covered herself from head to toe with clothing to ward off "wild things" like gnats and spiders and bugs. She had grown up in a second floor apartment in the city; all her outings were supervised, and though she had lots of opportunities to explore nature in summer camps and during week-end trips with family and friends, she had not acquired that carefree attitude a country child of my generation had. Maybe because her time outdoors was always planned and prepared for while mine just happened and - for hours on end - I was left to my own devices.
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My daughter was (still is) the same way. My son was interested in the garden (if not the actual gardening), but my daughter was more interested in listening to music, reading and hanging out with her friends. My mom is the most outdoor-phobic person I know. She hates birds and wildlife and especially bugs, and she's not very fond of animals, either. I think it's odd that, despite that, my brothers and sisters and I are all interested in gardening and we all have multiple animals.
I think that with television and the computer and even books, it's so easy to stay indoors. With kids, especially, it's so important to get them outside and let them have unscheduled, unplanned time to just explore and use their imaginations.
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You know it's funny. At the time she spent more attention to report cards and grades. Anyone else bring home a 97% and have to listen to a 20 mins of "why didn't you get a hundred"? But what she saved were all the things that at the time it seemed she could care less about. All my ceramics, scultures, drawings, mazes, this board game I spent weeks perfecting(long after the project was turned in and graded), about half my drawings, and a third of my paintings (But to give her credit there, I had periods of artistic self destructuion and often burned works I was unhappy with in lots.).
Mom's are funny sometimes.
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When I was growing up, my grandmother lived with us, my dad drank too much, and there was a lot of yelling about 6 people trying to share 1 bathroom, etc. etc. So I would go outside -- and we had the perfect place for childhood.
Three acres of land, one section pine trees, a little area of aspen trees, another area of wild apple trees. A little creek way down the hill - where I lost lots of boots in the spring mud and played with frogs and crayfish in the summer. Summer time was also for hiding under the cool pine trees - setting up "rooms" and playing house. Autumn was apple tree time - I would take a book and climb up a tree and read and eat....
Winter was for sledding down that hill, and trying to dodge all those trees - which, by the way, could not be done! But it was lots of fun trying.
Yes, kids today are missing a lot. But then, my parents never worried that some stranger would try to "snatch" us or anything like that - they just kicked us out of the house and didn't worry until one of us came in crying from a scratch or an argument.
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My house was very noisy, since I'm the oldest of five kids. I liked to escape the noise in a book, usually outside where no one could find me -- like at the school playground, a block away.
Ugh - crayfish. My charming brother used to delight in putting gifts in my bed: crayfish, snakes, spiders, etc. Once he stuffed a grasshopper down the back of my dress -- it was a shirtwaist, and I couldn't get the darn thing OUT. That reminds me, I still owe him for that.
