As a child my nose was constantly in a book, i have flown fighter planes in both World wars, set off on many an adventure with the famous five, scaled the turrets in Mallory Towers, plop the owl became my best friend and had tea with Alice and her friends in wonderland, all from the comfort of my home. Books for me were the oppourtunity to explore and learn.
In the prehistoric times of my youth, its was books. Todays youth has the world at their fingertips (literally at their fingertips). Ipad, tablet, phone etc, all this wonderful exciting oppourtunities to climb the highest peak or dive to the depths of the ocean.... to fulfil any adventure known to man through the words in a book but no, what do you see? Angry Birds, facebook or twitter to name a few.
How on earth could you possibly ignore the chance to participate in so many adventures, to stretch imaginations to their limit. I really dont understand. Maybe i am missing something? Is the draw of a bird smashing through a wall more exciting? Maybe its my prehistoric age thats the problem ?