I’m nervous that Christian will never be bored.
I was so bored growing up, all the time. Until probably high school I couldn’t watch more than an hour of television, the internet didn’t exist really and computers were still just a black screen with green font, I didn’t have money to buy cassettes (CDs were brand new).
So what did I do? Before it got dark I played with the neighborhood kids, mostly sports: basketball, two on two football which sucks, the unfortunately named ‘Smear The Queer.’ I’d run around by myself in imagination land as a superhero. I shot basketball on the court that my dad awesomely set up for me in the backyard, but shooting around by yourself sucks too.
Once it was dark, or the weather wasn’t nice, or no one could come out and play: I read, I wrote dumb stories, I organized my basketball cards, then I would re-organize them! Like if I organized them by brand and year I would take them all back out and re-organize them by team and player. I did that, like, often! Can you imagine?
I don’t get enough sleep currently and I don’t really get to comfortably and luxuriously take my time pooping like I like to anymore, much less frivolously put worthless pieces of cardboard in different sequences.
I played with action figures a lot. And I didn’t discriminate. It was not strange for Michelangelo, Cyclops, and Spider-Man to team up against Man-Bat and Juggernaut, using Hot Wheels as roller skates or something (so Marvel, get at me to write that screenplay, mash-up, wha whaaa).
But what I’m getting at is: reading, using your imagination, exercising, those are all great things that spawned from being so bored. Granted, a lot of terrible things come from being bored too, some people get into druggin’ and such, but there is such a thing as forcing your kid to be too structured.
And thus, the fine line will be walked.