The Jamies 1958
How did it get late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon.
My memory of summer is that is lasted a very, very long time and was delicious. I got out of school at the end of May and returned in September. I don’t think, however, it was just chronological time that made it seem so long. Rather it was the freedom from adults that made it seem to last forever.
Summer was hot and sweaty for my friends and me in my southern town. We spent it barefoot and shirtless. We left the house in the morning and played all day without reporting home. Yes, we would go home for lunch but we ran in without accounting for where we were and ran out without accounting for where we were going; we simply didn’t know and no one asked.
All of this came to mind as I read a New York Times article by Anna Bahr, Claire Cain Miller and Margot Sanger-Katz with the thought provoking title “Is Summer Different Now?” Here is how the authors set the table with this opening paragraph: "We like to remember a child’s summer as a season of no responsibility, unfettered by parental supervision, a time to indulge and explore. And we like to complain that summer has changed; that children have more responsibility, less freedom, fewer indulgences."
The authors set out to find out if this notion is accurate. Their conclusion: It is.
Here are some findings:
The article reports that: “The number of day camps has increased 40 percent in the last five years, according to the American Camp Association, with the biggest enrollment increases among children 9 and younger.”
Not only that but camps have become specialized. I spoke to a friend whose son was attending a Karate camp. He boasted that his son spent the morning from eight until twelve exercising. It sounded horrible to me and my camp experience was about making potholders and lanyards; swinging and doing whatever I wanted.