Screaming kids running around the playground without a care in the world until the bell rings them back to the harsh reality that they have to return to their school work. I am pretty sure when you read or hear the word recess that the first image to pop in your head is the above. Remember those days? Jungle gyms, kickball and tag were what you day dreamed about while sitting in class, eagerly awaiting that part of the school day were you would be free. Free to do what you did best: Play.
Now those days are but memories we look back on fondly. Times when life didn't get in the way and where work, taxes, a mortgage and a family were the last things on our mind. Often it seems hard to pull off the daily grind highway and take a moment to reconnect with our inner child, that inner carefree spirit. But within the adult world lies our own playground and it's just outside your cubicle, away from the computer and down the street from where you live and work.
It's where camo-clad hunters chase wary ungulates known as whitetails, mulies, elk and moose and fisherman stalk clear, cold swift creeks for the sight of rising rainbows and browns. Where skiers glide effortlessly down corduroy mountain peaks, hikers take to the trail with their families for a picnic and that place where you and your coworkers play hookey on the first sunny, warm Spring day to get in an afternoon round of golf, hoping like hell the big boss isn't on the course too. It's this place, the Great Outdoors, that is our playground and, my friends, it is time for us to bring back recess.
-C.B.
Now those days are but memories we look back on fondly. Times when life didn't get in the way and where work, taxes, a mortgage and a family were the last things on our mind. Often it seems hard to pull off the daily grind highway and take a moment to reconnect with our inner child, that inner carefree spirit. But within the adult world lies our own playground and it's just outside your cubicle, away from the computer and down the street from where you live and work.
It's where camo-clad hunters chase wary ungulates known as whitetails, mulies, elk and moose and fisherman stalk clear, cold swift creeks for the sight of rising rainbows and browns. Where skiers glide effortlessly down corduroy mountain peaks, hikers take to the trail with their families for a picnic and that place where you and your coworkers play hookey on the first sunny, warm Spring day to get in an afternoon round of golf, hoping like hell the big boss isn't on the course too. It's this place, the Great Outdoors, that is our playground and, my friends, it is time for us to bring back recess.
-C.B.
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