I was stunned at this plea for cash at Canadian Tire. Two out of three families actually send their kids to organized sports. What's wrong with everybody?
There was the copper wire across the road and through the neighbours trees so Alan and I could talk in morse code when our parents thought we were asleep. And the time the cops stopped us cycling in our pajamas on the way back from a midnight dew worm hunt.
This week I talked to a guy about twenty years older than me. He and his buddies got into a coal mine near Lethbridge on weekends, got helmets with lamps and rode coal carts into the mine, taking hay with them to feed the ponies underground. Other times they crossed the half mile long railway trestle, hiding inside the beams if they misjudged the next train.
This thirst for organized sports puts parents forever in control of their kids, The kids deserve better. Bring back disorganized sport.