January 12_DN
Warning: More of Gyaan with some music to ponder.
"An important part of the movement is teaching children themselves how to play. The average 3-year-old can pick up an iPhone and expertly scroll through the menu of apps, but how many 7-year-olds can organize a kickball game with the neighborhood kids?"
The lines above hit me as the core of the piece I am linking up as well as pasting below. It is strange that something one would consider common sense needs to be written about as a ‘movement’.
My kids can open up an iPhone and get it going but they still aren’t allowed to play on my laptop. Something that usually shocks most people who start off a conversation with how their one year old knows how to switch on their computer. I will admit that at times I get nervous and wonder if I am doing the right thing. The one bit of solace I get is from their school that doesn’t have any computer aided teaching or interaction at this stage, something that most other schools brag about. So clearly I’m in tune with someone!
Two points that struck me – One, I don’t believe that they have to get into technology to get a headstart. And two I don’t believe that kids must do as their peers to have a peaceful childhood. Just because a majority are doing it is no reason to follow.
And while we’re there, let me share one of my favourite songs – Cat Stevens/ Yusuf Islam singing "Where do the children play".
Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes,
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
So tell me, where do the children play?
We're changing day to day,
So tell me, where do the children play?
Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass,
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.
Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
So tell me, where do the children play?
We're changing day to day,
So tell me, where do the children play?
Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher 'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh? Will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live? Will you tell us when to die?
But will you keep on building higher 'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh? Will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live? Will you tell us when to die?
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
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