During my grade-school years we neighborhood children, the first class after World War Two, played role-play games among the trees, clay hills and debris created from the building of new homes along the edge of our village. Everyone else wanted cap guns, and so I had to have one too. Sneaking away on quiet afternoons of summer, I cut branches from a tree, found cord and feathers. Made a bow to string and sharpened arrows, fletching them with chicken feathers. I learned to mark a trail…find “wild” foodstuffs in the farmers’ fields and cow pastures. I learned legends, mapped the stars on drawing paper. One classmate, who lived up the hill from us a ways, was Indian. My people came from eleven different countries. Until his house burned down, one night, and, I was told, he went to live in an orphanage in a distant town, we were friends.
early childhood games—
I was an Indian and
my friends were cowboys
“Childhood Games”. Copyright © 2016-02-07, by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.