It was the rallying question that called us into the streets, alleys, backyards and barn lots, where no adults were around to organize us or enforce the rules.
“What d’ya wanna play?”
“I don’t know. What d’ya wanna play?”
No one ever wanted to be the first to answer, because the first suggestion was always shot down.
“Hide-and-seek?”
“Nah, that’s for babies.”
“Hopscotch?”
“Nobody has chalk.”
“I know! Let’s play tag!”
“Yeah. You’re it!”
And off we’d go, racing through our childhood.
Outdoor games are among our most precious memories.
Pretend we're all that age again. Now I'm going to ask each of you: “What d’ya wanna play?”
“What d’ya wanna play?”
“I don’t know. What d’ya wanna play?”
No one ever wanted to be the first to answer, because the first suggestion was always shot down.
“Hide-and-seek?”
“Nah, that’s for babies.”
“Hopscotch?”
“Nobody has chalk.”
“I know! Let’s play tag!”
“Yeah. You’re it!”
And off we’d go, racing through our childhood.
Outdoor games are among our most precious memories.
Pretend we're all that age again. Now I'm going to ask each of you: “What d’ya wanna play?”

