Published: November 11th, 2006 » Tags: Distractions
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining. The hue of the sky was a shade of powder blue, with a few chalky clouds hung perfectly here and there, in sparse fashion.
I was outside, blogging, while the children withdrew from their Sony Playstation 2 and the Home Theater System to enjoy the great outdoors.
A neighbor gave my children a 25 year old steel Radio Flyer Wagon. The old Radio Flyer sure was in excellent condition, in spite of the rich history it proudly wore in the form of splotches of missing red paint, a few scratches, one or two dents, and the occasional rust spot. The bright white and world-renown brand “Radio Flyer” flashed off both sides of the fire-engine-red wagon, like an ageless beacon of Americana. It was an old, old wagon; and a very, very sound one too! The children were still attracted to the old Radio Flyer, as if its purpose was instinctive, timeless, and transcendent, in spite of it actually being a product of a time they have never known.
They needed no instruction as to what its long black handle was for. They took hold of it with all the reckless abandonment three childhoods joined in playtime could muster, and they clanged-rickety-banged across the yard and back again, several times over.
It was a joy to watch this experience unfold just above my laptop’s screen. I realized the impact of the event occurring in my own backyard: on one hand my children were becoming one with a piece of tangible history that was far removed from their own; on the other hand I was sitting nearby recording the wonderful event via a Dell Inspiron hooked up into a wireless Internet network. I was blogging technology, and they were toying with an old Radio Flyer Wagon. Ancient, at least from my children’s perspective, and future merged in my backyard, right before my eyes. The contrast was obvious, at least to me. My children were, on the other hand, too preoccupied with the joys offered them by an Old Radio Flyer Wagon to even notice the fusion.
The past and future do coincide effortlessly, at least those aspects of our time which are worthy of a combination do.