were the fabulous 80's when we children of the time, there were enough little things to play. Some of our moms pantyhose to tie together to form a long stretch and take turns jumping in, write a piece of chalk with which to ground a kind of table with numbers to create the "bell", or simply a wall for the "den" and a few trees and hedges to hide behind. We had only one way to have fun. A sure way of those who surrounded our houses, in one of the historical Island, at the foot of the old castle and cathedral. Often saw the peasants returning from the countryside just outside the country and coming to rest the horse that pulled u sciaraballu . They sat on the wall of the old watering in summer is passing the fresh water on your face and hair. Next were the tanks. The public wash-house where the ladies of the country, when they were still far off the times of washing machines, were instead to wash clothes. For us, it also meant having fun sitting there for hours watching the performance of these simple activities of daily living, now lost. In the evening, sitting Subba nu basolatu , watched life go by while the wind shook the branches of orange trees and the children of a neighbor returning from the pasture with the sheep. I printed the images in my head of us children that we chased through the streets and at dinner time mothers called us screaming our names from the windows and balconies. The memories have resurfaced together, so many others in the port, as I read of an initiative by Legambiente, 100 ways to play, an initiative aimed at national level to regain possession by adults and children on city streets. Now that the roads on which to invent games do not exist anymore. Now that the games do you buy them, at great cost. Today the children if they are lying on the couch watching cartoons on TV theme channel, or in front of a monitor to discover the name of social networking. Today, that if that road could talk ...
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