I was reading these good posts on "Real Play" over at Having Fun at Home.
I couldn't help but think of my own childhood.
It was filled with real play of which I have very happy memories.
I am so grateful my mom fostered that in us.
Real Play really does seem magical.
I mean, check out this fort my sister found on Pinterest.
That was us. But our version was better.
We sat above the citrus trees, engulfed in Passion Flower vines.
The vines were strong enough that we actually used it as the rope ladder.
It was amazing. It was one of the places where magical real play took place.
Until the day our mom had our brother cut down the vine so the citrus tress would live...
I want to learn to foster real play amongst my children.
I want to give them that gift.