Too Little Play-F

Too much work and too little play make for a shameful memory. Yes, you read it right; not 'too little pay' but 'too little play'. If I could forget this part of my childhood, I surely would. Some say they are better because of it; I say I am better in spite of it. Where one's story begins should be a thing of pride, not something to hide. Too much push and pull and too little of playing 'jack rocks and jump rope'. Far too little of 'playing ball', 'cops and robbers', and 'shooting marbles'. Too little of 'hide and seek', 'cowboys and Indians', and 'rolling rubber tires'. They never forgot to pick the cotton or bail the hay, but forgot we were kids. My friends and I were deprived of playgrounds and merry-go-rounds, But never deprived of hard working days of sweat under the hot summer sun. This is one childhood memory that strikes me both as unpleasant and abusive. It was not parental abuse, because they were themselves abused and misused. To a greater degree than presently, it was profit and greed above people and morality. These were menaces to childhood and totally unwarranted in a free and Christian society. 073120PSCtest, Dusty Old Memories, Constance La France. 3P