I fondly remember my yesteryears of play. It was a time of imaginative recreation.
A royal castle arose from structured newspaper.
A scooter was engineered from scraps of wood and surplus bearings.
A raft was crafted from rubber slippers.
A baseball borne out from compressed socks.
The ingenuity went on ad infinitum.
Those were days of simple fun. Friendship bonded through creative means that were quite devoid of business machinations. The primary intent of the toy was not hidden.
It was to run with the wind. To dance in the storm. To strike a monster. To touch the tail of heaven.
Back in the days, play and life were integrated with pure wonder.
I pray for the present generation to have a taste of such glee.
Toy Mail