By Stephen C. Schultz
The clouds were low and gray. A few drops tapped the bill of my hat as I pushed the mower along the edge of the sidewalk. The smell of damp, cut grass filled the air, and a slight breeze blowing from the west let me know a rain shower was on its way.
It was the middle of the morning, and I felt a bit of pressure to get the lawn mowed before the storm rolled in. So, I was focused and moving at a little quicker pace than normal. I looked up and saw three of the neighbor kids climbing in one of my trees. I kept the mower going and moved closer to the tree. On my way towards them, they noticed that I saw them. They looked away and then glanced back at me with that childhood curiosity that screams:
“Is he going to tell us to get down? Are we going to get in trouble? Will he tell our parents?”
In the fifty feet it took me to get to the tree, I also had a flood of thoughts. I recalled many instances in my childhood climbing trees and having make-believe adventures around the neighborhood. I remembered times playing in the neighbor’s yard, riding bikes up and down the sidewalk complete with Evel Knievel jumps, and taking adventurous trips to the reservoir with our Red Ryder BB Guns!
As I got closer to the tree, I turned off the mower. I stepped to the base of the tree and looked up. They didn't say a thing. I let the awkwardness hang in the air for just a bit more, then I said,
“I love climbing trees! I used to climb trees all the time when I was your age!”
The three boys relaxed a bit, and one said, “Yeah, it's fun! I climb trees at my grandma’s house!”
I then asked them,
“Do any of you know first aid?”
They looked at me quizzically.
I explained that first aid is what you do when someone gets hurt—if someone fell and scraped their arm or fell and broke a leg. This is what you do to help someone who is hurt. I mentioned to them that sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes things go wrong even when you are being very careful.
One boy chimed in and said, “Yeah, but we know what we are doing!”
I replied, “I know you do! You guys are great tree climbers! But there are lots of grown-ups who know what they are doing when they drive a car. Sometimes even they get in accidents.”
I mentioned that it might be a good idea to have a plan if someone got hurt.
“We don't have a plan!” the youngest boy blurted out.
I told them I was going to finish mowing the lawn. If someone fell or got hurt, they could come get me and I would help. That could be their plan.
I turned toward the mower and started walking away. One at a time, they came down out of the tree. They got on their bikes and rode down the street. About five minutes later, they were riding their bikes back toward the tree. They had a blanket and a little bag. They spread the blanket out on the grass under the tree and pulled some Pop-Tarts (a breakfast pastry you put in the toaster) out of the bag. They sat on the blanket, under the tree, eating their little snack!
There really isn't some insightful message or parenting tip in this story. It is simply an experience I had with three young kids in the neighborhood that I thought I would share. If nothing else, it allowed me to think back on my childhood and recall some of the memorable adventures I had as a kid.
What are some of your adventures from childhood? Feel free to comment and share!
Comments
Steve,
This is wonderful.. Thank you.
On the street where we lived for 30 years there was a big oak tree that was the domain of all the neighborhood kids. With about 25 or 30 kids in the neighborhood, there were always a few kids in the tree. One day a new family bought the house where the tree was and told the kids that they were no longer welcome to play there. It was a sad day for all of us. That family ended up moving within about a year and the new neighbors returned the tree to the kids. Happy ending. Kids and trees do belong together.
MM