My little siblings have cell phones, iPods, video games, the internet, and a million other pre-packaged, pre-recorded, pre-made forms of entertainment. It's sad, really.
My fondest childhood memories revolve around the imaginative world I created for myself. Hour upon hour spent with my older brother and younger sister digging in the dirt and ruining my underclothes at an empty lot next to our house, mysteriously dubbed "The Cracking Spot." Exploring the woods across the street my mother forbid me to cross. My miniature easel, my favorite toy of all, which put my imagination on paper. Berry picking, books, rock collections, climbing every fence and tree that stood in my way. Childhood is defined by dirt on the knees of your britches and pockets stuffed full of newfound treasures.
In light of such lovely childhood memories, I asked for a book for Christmas called The Daring Book for Girls. This adorable book boasts page after page of classic childhood activities--from knot-tying to cartwheels to jumprope rhymes and everything in between. A trip down memory lane, indeed.
See also The Dangerous Book for Boys:
