tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074375120439328789.post2462681097409750418..comments2021-05-01T03:26:40.743-07:00Comments on Marla's Musings: My Connections to PlayMarla Hatrak, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249074406062530539noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074375120439328789.post-40166417797568452592015-01-31T05:24:40.121-08:002015-01-31T05:24:40.121-08:00Marla,
I agree, I think children are missing out o...Marla,<br />I agree, I think children are missing out on the fun. I too, enjoyed unstructured play. My mom did not supervise outdoor play. I played in the street, over friends house, skates, riding bikes and no one was concerned until it was time to come in. I think times have changed and parents are afraid to allow children to play outside. Some neighborhoods have high crime and parents do not allow children to go outside much. But, times were different for me growing up in the early 70's and 80's. I believe things started to change in the 90's. Great post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074375120439328789.post-36556396770564366282015-01-30T22:19:13.807-08:002015-01-30T22:19:13.807-08:00Great post Marla,
I find it interesting that you d...Great post Marla,<br />I find it interesting that you do not like to compare your childhood with your own children's childhood. I, on the other hand, find myself comparing the two all of the time. Sometimes I wish my children knew more about how I grew up. I think that it would make them appreciate more. I also think that it would prompt them to be more responsible with the luxuries that their life affords them.A Mothers Wish Toddlers to Scholarshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10764691697275704984noreply@blogger.com