Tuesday, September 4, 2018
In the 1970's, the local parks would be full of kids like me playing basketball, baseball, swimming, playing hide and go seek before the sun went down... and once that sun dropped and the street lights came on, it was time to go home. I look at all the beautiful parks today and I see basically two kinds of events: birthday parties and scheduled games... but it's not the same. It is true that things in life change and with each new generation there are new ways in which kids operate. It could be that now is the time for every kid to be alone with their devices. Even adults are affected by the pull of having everything in one place. I do see a few older couples utilizing the many walkways here, but that is rare to see. If one watches the news, they will ultimately see stories of violence happening to people walking in parks and then it's all over. That news is on page one of their phones and that means instead of the lights coming on driving you homeward, it is the fear that something bad is going to happen to you if you do not go home now. The differences of operations within the mind have made attention spans even lower than predicted decades ago.
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