Outdoors vs. Outlets: It’s A Tough Choice Sometimes
In Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder (Algonquin Books, 2005), journalist Richard Louv quotes a San Diego fourth-grader as saying, “I like to play indoors better cause that’s where all the electrical outlets are.”
That sounded like as good an opening as any for my column for Earth Day.
The Burnaby NOW ran my Animal Instinct column last Saturday, just in time to promote Liz Thunstrom’s interpretive walk around Burnaby Lake. Proceeds went to the Wildlife Rescue Association of BC (WRA). If you missed it, well, Burnaby Lake’s still there, beautifully groomed trails, beaver dens, lily pads, dabbling ducks, nesting swallows and all. And you can start or finish your adventure at WRA and leave a few dollars in their donation box on your way by.
Here’s how my column starts; see below for a link to the full story:
DON’T ALLOW CHILDREN TO LOSE TOUCH WITH NATURE
Diane Haynes, Burnaby Now
Published: Saturday, April 12, 2008
I grew up in Burnaby on a street called Forest, adjacent to another called Spruce.
Where there are houses now, at the top of the hill, there was an open field. In summer, my sister and I picked blackberries there and carried them home in ice cream pails for mom to make pies and jam.
A grassy, tree-covered mound in the field became our fort, this birch our spy headquarters, that hollow in the dirt our secret cave.
We knew the cats and dogs of the neighbourhood by name, and we happily shared the neighbourhood with squirrels and coyotes, raccoons and birds.We played outside, after school and all summer long, coming in only when mom’s far-off voice called us home.
Decades later, that field, and those long, warm days outdoors, are still my idea of heaven.