Nature walks, Indian mounds, forts and gardens we visited when I was a kid: 547
Average temperature (in degrees F) when we visited: 97
Amount of whining involved in any trip with me as a child: too much
I went on a field trip with my son’s fifth grade yesterday. We were at the school at 6 a.m. to get on the buses and arrived back at 8:30 p.m.
When I am nominated for sainthood, please vote for me.
We visited a battleship, an aquarium, the beach and a fort. I was in charge of four boys. We spent the most time at the battleship’s gunnery set-up, with all four of them crawling over the various killing implements, trying to figure out which one would do the most damage in the least amount of time.
Here are my thoughts and memories about sightseeing; about being a kid and being an adult with kids:
1. Nature walks. My parents were much better than I am about taking us around to see whichever sights there were to see. Their favorite was nature walks. Nature walks are, well, free, and they are extremely nature-y.
As an expert now in the area of nature walks, I can tell you that no matter what the venue, there will be a nature walk nearby. The Washington Monument? I’m sure there’s a nature walk. The Cape Hatteras lighthouse? There’s a nature walk within spitting distance. Grandfather Mountain? I can definitely attest to that one, because my husband and I started walking on it, and I had on flip-flops. It wasn’t exactly a flip-flop kind of nature walk.
When I used to whine about nature walks, the air being stagnant and 98 degrees, the bugs getting all excited at the tribe of four dumb humans stumbling onto another feast opportunity, my parents would always say, “I bet your kids are gonna love nature walks!” Then they would laugh maniacally.
I recently took my kids to a little lake nearby to throw a frisbee and jump around. They ran up and down a hill for 30 minutes. Up. And down. And up. And down.
Then… they volunteered to go on a nature walk. I know. Weird, right? We started walking around that lake, and it was all nature-y, and I was fine because it wasn’t too hot, and I had on running shoes, and we all talked and had fun. And after almost an hour and a half, my daughter said, “Do you think we’re almost there?” And I assured her we were, although I was starting to doubt it myself.
They never once complained. That, my friends, is some kind of weird karma.
2. Forts. I love history. Really, I do. I almost majored in it in college.
However, forts are not my most favorite thing in the world. Yesterday, we visited a fort with my son’s class.
We listened to a guy talk about weapons; he was pretty entertaining, talking about murdering people and how the bayonet they had back then was designed to kill you slowly after causing copious infection. Now, it’s been outlawed by the Geneva Convention.
I wanted to throw in that AK-47s might be the real reason bayonets aren’t today’s most popular killing machine, but I restrained myself. It was thrilling; the boys were completely silent.
But then we started walking around this path that was basically around this bunch of odd little hills, and then there was a marsh (ahem, wetlands) and lots of wind.
My son pulls on my sleeve and whispers, “This is pretty boring, Mom.”
To which I said, in a totally grown-up and appropriate way, “I know.” I even added an eye roll. “My mom and dad took me to lots of forts, especially when it was really hot.”
He looked at me with pity and said, “Dude.”
3. Battleships. Boys like battleships. I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s the same kind of thing like when Lyle Lovett was asked, “You seem to attract a lot of women. What’s your secret? What have you learned about women?” And he said, “Women like to eat outside.”
Battleships have claustrophobic little rooms and labyrinthine passageways where you lose track of which direction is fore and aft. The bathrooms offered no privacy, and there was only a tiny surgical room, even though the movie they showed described several of these ships having enormous holes blown out of them.
They reek of war and salt water and metal, and every boy I asked said that the battleship was the best part of the field trip.
We were eating lunch, and I overheard some of the boys talking.
“Dude, did you see that well? Like, what if you fell into it?”
“No, well, actually, if you read the plaque, it said it wasn’t a real well. It said…” the boy broke off in mid-sentence, sensing the metaphorical sharks circling. It was the sound of his popularity in serious jeopardy. “I mean, I didn’t really read it, but the name of it just…. nevermind.”
4. The beach. I am firmly of the opinion that beaches are for getting wet. There is, like, all this water and stuff. Looking at all the water without getting in is like looking at a thick slice of homemade chocolate cake and saying, “Well, that’s some nice cake.”
Guess where we went yesterday? The beach. It was in between lots of other activities, and the teachers had prepped the kids for weeks, telling them they absolutely, positively could not get near the water.
Yep. You guessed it. Several of them rushed the water like malicious little lemmings.
And I just want to say, I almost did, too. It’s a pain to be a grown-up sometimes.
5. Gardens. Gardens are pretty. They have lots of flowers. And nature. And they’re peaceful.
They’re not great places for kids.
My parents took us to lots of gardens. And now, in a kind of hazing mentality, I have taken our kids to gardens, too.
We went a few weeks ago when they had the day off school. My friend and I took our four (combined) kids to the nearby Duke Gardens. It was hot that day, just like I remember.
She started out by yelling, “Don’t run!” as they dashed away down the garden paths. Isn’t that silly?
Garden paths are not walking paths for kids; they are mazes, designed for getting lost. Quickly. Let them. The funny thing about kids is that eventually, they get hungry. Or thirsty. They’ll find you.
Our kids managed to completely destroy the lunch of at least one college-aged couple in love who thought the gardens would be a great place for a peaceful, romantic lunch date.
One day, that will be my kids and their dates. And I hope they will remember how dumb they used to think people are when they’re in love. Karma again.
I hope you have enjoyed my meandering journey down a nature path. The next time you go, remember to bring water, wear sturdy shoes and never, ever tell your kids to walk. There will be plenty of time to walk when they’re 40.
What a perfect Friday-in-the-spring post. 🙂 Youth is wasted on the young, right?
I think that sums it up. My poor parents.
I like to take my kids to street festivals in neighboring cities where they know only one family…..then I submit them to spending time with said family….They like this idea a lot better than a tour of Brookgreen Gardens near Myrtle Beach in 97 degree humid, sticky heat…because lets face it, who wants to look at plants and sculptures when there is the beach, arcade, go karts, boardwalk….the list goes on and on. My grandchildren will probably gardening geniuses because of this…Karma
Hahahahaha! Yes, I feel for your boys. Crafts fairs are another big attraction for teenage boys, I’ve heard. ; ) Tell them sorry in advance. We’re pretty boring, and there are no teenage girls within a 2-mile radius.
Actually, I think they’ll be just fine. Besides, there is food involved and that’s almost as important as girls 😉
Well, dude, like this one brought back a lot of pleasant memories and a lot of laughs. I guess it’s a generational thing, uh, like you say in your blog.
Pleasant memories? I seem to recall me clinging to your shirt and begging to be released from Nature Walk Prisons. Sounds divine.
You definitely get my vote for sainthood on that one. Nice of you to go with them. But then again, it did give you blog fodder. 🙂
Loved the last line. Left me a bit melancholy but in a good way.
Ha! Aging is a bit melancholy. In both good and bad ways, of course.
Hehehehe. Just working on my dialogue. It’s not too difficult when your characters are 11 years old. I heard a lot of “dudes” yesterday.
Anne, I love your sense of humor and can relate to so much of what you write about. I was subjected to family camping trips;)
But didn’t you end up wanting to be a park ranger? Something great must have rubbed off!
Anne- I think you should at least be parent of the year. That is one long field trip.
When I was a young teacher and would take the kids on a field trip, Jim would say, “Oh you had an easy day”. So one day he went with me to the Museum of Science and Industry with my 20 first graders. His first comment on the way home was ” They are not paying you enough to do this job.” After that when I went on a field trip, he would take me out to dinner and pamper me.
Ha! I’m so glad he appreciates you. I am in awe of teachers. I really don’t know how you do it, day after day. The kids were soooo cute. And so tiring! ; )
Love for battleships is actually housed on the “Y” chromosome, at any age. Anyone who has the ability to deal with many small people at once for a whole day and keep their sanity has my vote for either sainthood or to be committed. Well done Anne.
The battleship was pretty cool. But I wouldn’t have wanted to live there. And get bombed. And try to kill other people. That takes away from the cool factor, in my opinion.
And just call me Saint Anne from now on. ; )