When I was a kid growing up in the 1980’s, the end of the school year meant the beginning of long, slow summer days spent climbing trees, playing tag, building forts, and searching for tadpoles. I would leave the house right after breakfast, and aside from heading back to eat meals, I would be free to play outside until it got dark. At least that’s how I remember my childhood. Thinking back on it, I’m sure there were rainy days spent mainly inside and a lot more parameters around the days I was playing outside. But what I remember is the feeling of being free in the summer – free to play, free to explore, free to, well, be a kid. But summers no longer look like that for most children.

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