About mid afternoon today a summer storm blew in. It was sort of bad at first but settled in to a slow drizzle with an occasional shower. It cooled off from the rain and was real pleasant sitting in the swing on the front porch. I got to remembering days long ago when a day like today was my dream, puddles to play in and streams in the ditches beside the road for boat races. As the song said: “those were the day my friend, I thought they would never end.”
Not having a picture for the day, I thought – Kids playing in puddles. After an hour of looking, no kids playing in puddles were to be found. Thin I noticed a scene similar to this and realized why no kids were playing in puddles.
All a little one hears now days when he tries to wade through a small puddle at the grocery store is “STOP.” We as parents train our kids from the earliest age that anything that is fun is bad. Then when they get out of our sight they tend to try the fun things, but by that age and peer pressure, they do things that are really bad, not just things that are inconveniences for parents, like wading in a puddle
