“Play is the work of children. It’s very serious stuff.” ―Bob Keeshan
Welcome back! Hope you had fun weekend.
A few years ago when I moved to Colorado, I went to a business conference for entrepreneurs. I sat next to a very nice young woman, not many years out of college. We visited throughout the day and enjoyed each other’s company. At end of the conference, she turned to me and said, “You know, you really ought to join the young professionals networking group.” I began laughing!
“What?” she asked, in all seriousness. “What are you laughing at?”
“Young professionals?” I asked. Not because I thought joining networking groups for professionals was a bad idea but because I was questioning her judgment of how old I was. If fact, there are great advantages to joining organizations to meet-up with other entrepreneurs and business people. http://bit.ly/1uICWXy.
“Yes,” she said, “they are a great group and you ought to be part of it.”
I kept laughing and said, “I don’t think you understand how old I am. I’m not sure I can keep up with all the techies and you. I grew up with Captain Kangaroo!”
“What?” she asked. “Who is that?”
“A TV icon from the 1950s and 60s. You know,” I said, even though I knew she didn’t, “his friends were Mr. Green Jeans, and Bunny Rabbit.”
“Sorry, I don’t know who or what you are taking about,” she looked at me like I was crazy and dropped the subject.
As I left the conference and considered what she said to me, I began to feel good that even though I am a baby boomer this young professional had wanted me to play in the same sandbox!
If you even know what a sandbox is you belong in the same group as I do – the playpen for people who remember when life and child’s play was much simpler.
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Thank you for sharing this fun post, Sue, and greetings from the land of the kangaroo! Yes, I remember sandboxes well – my father built one for us in the garden of our childhood home in Lebanon, and my mother is including a chapter about it in her own memoirs.
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