Heroes are people who understand freedom is not without cost.
They understand there are obligations and duties involved.
They understand that if the freedom of one person is lost
freedom for all is lost.
Heroes are people who take responsibility not just to understand
the concept of freedom, but to see that it is a reality of life.
Heroes are people who know freedom has a price
and they pay the price be it minimal or sacrificial.
Heroes are people who know that without love and respect
for everyone there is freedom for no one.
I am linking to
In Other Words
the prompt this week is:
“A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with his freedom”. Bob Dylan
Today is his birthday and finally it’s happening.
He has waited his whole life for this day.
He is getting his very own wheels.
At last he can explore the world.
He can hardly wait to ride down the driveway,
all the way down the street to the corner, and
someday around the block!
When I was a kid we did not have all the tech toys kids do today. We did not sit around much and we certainly wouldn’t think of spending the day in the house. Even in the winter we went out to play in the snow. In the summer we would leave the house early and come back for lunch then be gone again until supper and then out again until dark. In winter we spent less time outside because of the cold but most days there would be some time spent in the fresh air of the out-of-doors.
Winter time we made snow forts and had snowball fights, we went sledding, and made snow angels. Of course, we also shoveled snow off the driveway and sidewalks. Shoveling snow was expected of us, it was our job, and no, we did not get paid for it. After all, we were sheltered and clothed and fed for free, the least we could do was shovel a little snow. Or so we were told by the rulers of our worlds, our parents.
Summer was the greatest fun time! Oh, we had chores in summer, too. Cutting the grass and raking and weeding were the biggies. Truth is that was fun too because we did it with our friends and even the chores became games. We played all sorts of games; tag, hide and seek, spud, we jumped rope, hopscotched, biked, played cowboys and Indians, and fort. We spent time exploring the neighborhood and nature. Sometimes we would lay in the grass and watch the clouds, finding all sorts of images in them. At night we would watch for shooting stars and often saw them. Lots of wishes were made on those falling stars.
We rode our bikes a lot. I rarely see a kid riding a bike anymore. Or if they are riding they are with a parent or other adult. I guess in today’s world it is not safe to let children ride and roam and explore by themselves. So sad. They are missing out on so much. Not just fun, but the time to daydream and think about what is important and what is not, the freeedom to figure things out. They miss out on the pure exhilaration of being who they are without adult restraints.
I think that I am glad I was a kid when I was. The world did not seem so scary and I think we laughed more. Life was not perfect but I think kids of my generation had more fun then the kids do today.