As I grew up, my parents did not allow me to own a video game console. Although, I eventually got around that when we owned our first computer (albeit, I had to justify that the game was educational initially).
Looking back, I’m very thankful that my parents
forced gave us the opportunity to use our imagination instead of being entertained by flashing pixels on a television. I made up a lot of crazy plots while helpless G.I. Joe or Transformers action figures did my bidding.
I’ve rekindled that imagination as I watch our daughters play with the simplest of things and having the greatest joy doing so. From peekaboo with a baby wipes box to today’s tug-of-war, I’m amazed again and again how much fun can be had with simple objects.