By: Martianne Stanger

"Watch out!" One of the older boys shouted.  "You're going to hit it!"

The "it" he was referring to was a tree that stood at the base of "Bullet Shell Hill," a neighborhood sledding destination in the woods near my childhood home.

As I look back at the runs that my siblings, neighbors and I made down that hill, I can clearly recall the exhilaration of it all – the thrill of whizzing on a sled through a crisp winter day as fast as a bullet, only to narrowly escape the devastating "bam" against a tree trunk which a miscalculated trajectory could result in.  It provided pure adventure and adrenaline.

As the child in me looks back at these times with fondness, the mom in me wonders, Just what were my parents and the other adults in the neighborhood thinking?  Why did they permit us to tromp unsupervised into the woods with our sleds to partake in such madness?  Or, did they even realize what we were doing?

Outdoor Play a Generation Ago as Versus Today

The seventies were certainly a different time.  Children were afforded independence.  "Safety" had wider parameters.  Being gone from the house, out of eye shot, and sometimes out of ear shot, was not uncommon.  Freedom to be outdoors reigned.

By today's standards, much of the fun I enjoyed as a child would be deemed not only "dangerous," but also potentially "illegal."  Although I certainly survived – and even thrived – with the freedom my peers and I relished, I can only imagine what would happen if I allowed my children the same leeway to wander our neighborhood and nearby woods.  Alone or with friends, as they explored nature and appeased their natural curiosity, I would battle modern-day mores.

Might I be cited for neglect?  Would my children be chastised for trespassing?  Would we all be subject to judgment and outrage from family, friends and strangers alike?  I cannot say for certain, but I can make an educated guess:  Yes, yes and yes.

Modern times seem to discourage the free range childhood I savored.  Outdoor time is most often relegated to the structure of planned activities or the redirection of hovering adults.  Time to discover and explore is as hemmed in by crazy schedules as it is by property lines and perceived probabilities of safety.  Folks have forgotten the joy of time spent freely outdoors.  Rites of passage, borne in nearby natural spots, seem to be an ancient art that few choose to continue to practice.

Pockets of Freedom Remain

Luckily, "seems" is the key word here.  Spotting children independently playing outdoors in their yards may be a rarity these days.  Many open spaces may no longer be punctuated by the same the shouts and laughter that resonated only a few decades ago.  Yet, hope exists.

Just recently, my husband, children and I bumped into a small band of pre-teen lean-to-builders in the woods near our home. In the summertime, the beach I grew up on is still populated mostly by children that laugh, play and explore with a sense of independence. Modern-day protocol may demand that parents keep tighter reins on their children.  Yet, pockets of delightful outdoor freedom remain.

I find this encouraging!  I find it inspiring. I find it weighs significantly into the choices that my husband and I make for our children.  For, no, I do not ever want to have one of my children running home to tell me another just busted a head open on a tree trunk at the end of a sledding run.  However, I do wish for them to savor liberty similar to that I knew as a child.

Looking Toward the Future

Thus, it is that even at the tender ages of 18 months, 4 years and 6 years, my husband and I are already making conscious choices to afford our children freedom to explore the outdoors:

  • We let them play in our yard while we remain at a distance – close enough to help them if need be, but far enough away so they don't sense us hovering.
  • We purposely "schedule" stretches of time where we are not bound to appointments and commitments, but, can instead, explore the great outdoors unhurried.
  • We have garnered permission from neighbors to let our children explore nearby wooded areas with us trailing behind.
  • We frequent open spaces, where our children determine what we will do.
  • We often approach hiking trails with an attitude that the journey is more important than the destination.  In other words, we our children to take the lead in directing us at every juncture, even if it means going in circles for a bit or not reaching a peak, but, instead, wandering a side trail that the kids find interesting.

In doing these things, we offer our children a taste of the initiative, freedom and adventure the we relished outside years ago and remain confident that, in another few years, we can set our children free to feast on truly independent outdoor exploration – modern day or not!

How about you?  Do you remember what it's like to adventure outside without and adult nearby?  Do you make conscious choices so your children can do the same?

I'd love to hear about how and where.  I'd also be happy to start a dialogue on how we might help all children to take back the right to truly free play outdoor.