In trying to brainstorm and help my 13 year old boy find something to occupy his time, I had these words to my wife:
This is hard. When I was 13 I just wanted to be out riding my bike. I wanted to explore. I wanted to be in the woods. I wanted to make things.
I’d ride my bike down to the levee and we’d play in Lake Pontchatrain or go out on the docks and check the crab traps. We’d go to the end of the airport runway and lie on the grass and watch 747s take off and land 50-10 feet over our heads.
We’d take BB guns out in the woods and shoot at dragon flies, birds and rabbits.
My wife responses with a sad but current view:
most of the things you did would get me arrested for child neglect
