I have been thinking a lot about this the past few weeks. Why my daughter won’t have the same or similar childhood as me. Don’t get me wrong my baby is only 6 months old but it’s got me thinking already about what her life will be like as she grows older.
Firstly I want to tell you a bit about my childhood. As a child of the 80’s I grew up alongside my sisters (and later in the 90’s my little brother).
I used to have lots of fun playing around outside in all winds and weathers. Only coming in when it started to get dark. I used to play with anything we found. Not these high-tech games kids have nowadays.
My toys used to be sticks and a shovel and I would play with rocks.
I used to try to dig to Australia digging huge pits! I would make camps under the trees. Collect pieces of smooth glass, rocks and pretty pieces of pottery on the old rough ground near the old mine workings.