RHYS BOWEN:
I’ve often wondered where creativity comes from. Why are some children curious, creative, inventive and others sit placidly while the word passes them? I suspect it has a lot to do with early childhood. We are told we get all the imagination we’ll ever have by the time we are five. These days so many kids have structured childhoods, play dates, activities, and no down time to create their own little worlds.
I suspect that one of the reasons I became a writer was that I grew up amusing myself, inventing my own world.
I suppose I was lucky in a way. My early years were spent alone, only child, with my grandmother and great aunt. They told stories and joined in games of pretend with me. But I had an awful lot of time on my own when I had to amuse myself. One of my favorite toys was my grandmother’s box of buttons. She had removed the buttons from every worn out garment and kept them all in a big box. I played with them every day. One day I made a family of pearly buttons and they went shopping. One day I sat them in rows and they were a school. One day I took all the chipped and damaged buttons and put them in match boxes for a hospital. The white buttons were doctors and nurses caring for them. Or a bigger box became a bus and they went to the seaside. Endless play.
When I was five we moved to a big house with an acre of orchard. Again I had plenty of time alone and created my own world there. I built a treehouse (with a little help from my father) and played at being marooned on a desert island. I made a trapeze on an apple tree and became Patsy of the circus. Plenty of time alone as we lived outside a village and the village kids were highly suspicious of me since my father ran the factory where their parents worked and my mother was the school principal.
It’s amazing how inventive children will be if you let them. My own kids loved cardboard boxes. I made them forts and houses from the bigger ones. They pulled each other around in smaller ones as trains and cars. They had a dress up box full of odd items and were always pretending to be princesses or fairies. They put on plays. They painted and wrote stories. However I noticed when other kids came to our house they really didn’t know how to play. They could do what the rules on the box told them for the various toys. Make Lego structures, but then never have an imaginary family living in the Lego house. I remember Anne coming to me when she was about two. She handed me a match box and said solemnly, “Open it very carefully because there is an elephant living inside.”So Reds: Do you think that your childhoods shaped the way you became writers? How about you, Reddies? Did your childhoods make you creative? Did you bring up your kids to be creative?
I believe we helped each of our children to develop their own creativity by encouraging them to investigate and explore . . . and, of course, we read lots of books to them . . . .
ReplyDeleteSo important, Joan
DeleteI absolutely believe that unstructured time in childhood fosters creativity. I’m from a family that sent kids outside to play. We weren’t given outdoor toys, but had to fashion our own playthings—forts made from discarded bricks, rock gardens, climbing trees rather than play structures, poking ourselves around in a leaky rowboat. Your imagination was the key to having fun.
DeleteI agree, Rhys. It is very important for children to have time on their own and to figure out what to do with it themselves. I can see our that our kids now give their kids time like that, too. Not everyone becomes an artist or author, but it is all out there, a world of possibilities.
ReplyDeleteTime and space are so important aren’t they?
DeleteI had two sisters and a brother, so not much time alone, although we were all big readers, and I certainly got lost alone in a book many a time. We built pirate ships and clubhouses and ran free on the block.
ReplyDeleteMy boys had a dress up box, but it was more hats and sashes and vests. They would march around our yard and the edge of the woods with sticks for swords or rifles. Pacifist me always tried to engage them in thoughts about what the soldiers were having for dinner and where they would sleep. I hope my grandchildren get the same freedom to play.
They also put on puppet shows from behind the couch and made endless Lego creations of their own design.
DeleteOh yes. Our kids did that too!
DeleteEdith, my pacifist daughter Clare made sure Sam had no access to weapons. But he would find a stick and go pow pow with it. It’s in boys nature!
DeleteYes, my kids had plenty of imaginative play growing up. I rarely heard them say they were bored. As adults, they are all good at thinking outside the box and being problem solvers.
ReplyDeleteWe sold our big tub of dress up items in the great moving purge of 2024. Hopefully other children are having great fun with it now.
My daughter finally gave away the Dolly Box which had held all the dress up clothes
DeleteI have one sibling, a brother who is 16 years older than I am. I have minimal memories of him living under the same roof since he was away in college and then got married when I was six. Basically, I was an only child with no kids to play with until I went to grade school. Even then, I was very much the odd man (girl) out since they'd all formed their bonded groups by then. So, yes, I definitely entertained myself with whatever was on hand. What I lacked in real friends, I made up for in make-believe friends.
ReplyDeleteI guess I STILL spend more time with my make-believe friends than with real ones!
I was also odd man out when I went to school. I had no idea how to interact, defend myself. I was horribly teased
DeleteI definitely think my childhood made me creative. We moved a lot, so, depending on where, I either had a lot of alone time and wrote stories, encouraged by my mother, or shared some of the dress-up clothes she made with neighbors and we put on performances for imaginary audiences. She also read a lot to us, so my brother and I were early avid readers.
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I didn't have kids, but I like to think that early creativity spilled into my classroom teaching: hands on activities for mat concepts, a poetry magazine and art gallery in the front office for my sixth graders, and, when my colleague directed a school play, we did the sets from big refrigerator boxes. It really was great fun.
My mother made us a puppet theater out of a refrigerator box, complete with a curtain across the "stage," and also provided a box of homemade hand puppets. We put on endless shows!
DeleteElizabeth - you sound like a great teacher!
DeleteA creative teacher is a gem!
DeleteEdith, I so wanted a puppet theater! I'll bet it was so much fun.
DeleteReading the above comments, I ponder. Are we as a group by innate nature creative? or did our opportunities move us into this niche of creativity. A question for social scientists perhaps. I would hope new 21st century theories might move us away from cultural value assignments to childhood playtime. In my almost 80 years I watched childhood play move from free form unsupervised towards hands on viewing with digital devices. I wonder if a 21st century child goes to sleep dreaming of the land they just interacted with from their tablet. How many budding engineers still build bridges from blocks? How many soon to be chemists are making messes in kitchens? How many children still have time to find their own way into the world of possibilities? One can hope the future will be available for them.
ReplyDeleteI wonder this too!
DeleteWe were given the world to play in. We had a paradise of a place in the woods on a lake, with no conveniences except electricity and running water all summer. You opened the door and went out (unless it was the never endlessly raining as there were slugs that went between your toes – ick!). We had a strange neighbour who lived down the road who looked like one of the fairies in Cinderella. The purple one. She lived in a 10X10 cottage and put daisies in her hair. Her husband was a tall fireman who never said a word, just filled his pipe. Once she dressed up as a mermaid to be a ‘special exhibit’ in our pretend circus – cost a penny to see her. She had a box of pristine comic books – Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, and her dreaded Daffy duck – she hated him. She also had no Marvel Comics but a few Archies. You could borrow 2 and take them home – so we all did (which gave us 6) and then take them back on the next visit – pristine of course.
ReplyDeleteMy kids grew up on a farm. Needless to say, the usual saying was ‘Out, Out, Brief’ – and I only wanted to hear them all day. Yes, I knew where they were but not necessarily what they were doing, but that they were safe. Heaven forbid if any of them came to tattle – they were more likely to get short shrift for tattling. That squelched that behaviour quickly. We had Fisher Price toys – when they were the good ones. Started in 1979 and kept on until ‘Little People’ came in – no one liked them. A toy a year. They were played with until about 2000. Endless imagination. I still have the sets.
Grandkids came along. Now 12, 8 and 6. Parents never leave their sides – parents have no life except watching (interfering) with the kids. Thay were all started at birth with Lego – parents built sets and kids watched – put on shelf. 12 yr old is sport (hockey – a family must even if kid doesn’t care) and video games. Other 2 are reinforced for reading “our kids are reading so far above their reading level”. 8 year old at 7 claimed to have read Anne of Green Gable in 3 hrs – the entire book! I don’t think so.
Kids come to visit infrequently. Fisher Price is brought out. I tell them to go away and play downstairs. Parent’s blood pressure goes up, so I set them – the parents, peeling turnips. Kids have a good time. Soon I will send them outdoors – without the parents. Maybe it will be raining and these city kids will meet slugs…
Margo my kids grew up on Fisher Price. The castle with the dragon was a big hit. And the garage and school bus. I’ve kept them too
DeleteMargo, your “strange” neighbor sounds like she was a good sport (for being the special exhibit) and a great resource (for her comic books. I had a subscription to the Disney comic book series when I was little and loved them). — Pat S
DeleteUm, I don't know. I never had a lot of friends in school, even as a kid, but I don't remember making up friends or stories to entertain myself. Mostly I read. I guess all that exposure to books had something to do with becoming a writer.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I deliberately thought about raising my kids to be creative, but we always had creative toys - building blocks, Legos, various outdoor things. I sent them outside frequently, mostly for my sanity. LOL
I feel sorry for kids who can’t play outside because there is no safe space
DeleteWe did big musicals on our back patio, stories and songs we made up, and we would wear my moms silky slips as our costumes. (Over our play clothes, of course.)
ReplyDeleteWe played a lot of cowboy, too, galloping around on anything that could possibly be imagined as a horse—sometimes you didn’t even need anything but yourself to be the horse.
I have a vague memory of some good guys/bad guys game, but the specifics have faded… we wouldn’t have played kidnapping, would we? I kind of think we did. And the good guys had to find the kidnapped person. Maybe it’s better that I forgot that game :-)
Now I’m really thinking about this, because there was never any real fear of being kidnapped, you know? That’s probably not true today .
And recently, I was at a friends house, they had grandkids over, and they had received a big Legos set, a spaceship or something. And I said oh, do you have to make the spaceship, what else could we make ? And they looked at me like I had totally lost my mind. We’re making the spaceship, they said.
I was so disappointed when Lego started making kits for a specific object.
Deleteso agree!
DeleteI spent so much time playing with my son as he made up stories about the Thomas the Tank Engine family and moved them around the track. We told a lot of stories too, about Bobby and Buddy, the two friendly squirrels, and elaborate stories about baseball games. Kids are innately creative if given a chance to express it.
ReplyDeleteI don't think of myself as at all artistic, but there are many opportunities for creativity in life. I volunteered at my son's school and decided to try and teach the third grade kids about Portland geography (working at 9-1-1 made me an expert). I drew a little map showing the quadrants and paid too much to make color copies. I think it went over most of their heads, but it was fun. One Christmas a relative was out of work so I made a bunch of daisies out of construction paper and got the other family members to contribute gift cards and notes of support and we presented it to her in a vase. It seems to me that we all can tap into creativity if we let the ideas bubble up.
I love the daisies. Such a thoughtful idea!
DeleteMy middle daughter and I were talking about this the other day, because I left the outside decorating for Halloween for her and my grandson to do together. Her boyfriend was a surprise guest, and he added his own imaginative touches to the scenes. They had a blast, and I got a kick out of some of the skeletons' activities!
ReplyDeleteI grew up the oldest of four, and it fell to me to entertain the younger kids over school holidays and summers. We put on plays, had Barbie fashion shows, Easter egg hunts, and created "houses" out of the grass clippings left in the lot next to ours. Which gave me a pretty good skill set for raising kids later. I always had lots of dress-up and art supplies, including fabric scraps, buttons, ribbons, and other bits and bobs, around for the girls to tinker with. We also had the coolest toy ever, called Pipeworks, which was a set of PVC pipes with fittings and wheels. They made all kinds of fabulous creations from it, which then spurred lots of play scenarios. I donated the set, which took up a lot of room, to my friend's son's Eagle Scout project. Wish we still had it, though. I built a special frame for across the door to the living room to support a curtain. It became a puppet show, and later an integral part of one daughter's magic act.
Margo's point about helicopter parenting is a serious one, and I agree that it really stifles creativity to constantly micromanage kids' every move. So does pushing young'uns into sports. Some of us do better with downtime and space to contemplate and create than competing over a ball.
I bought our grandkids giant cardboard bricks and they made forts, walls, stepping stones across pretend rivers
DeleteAs an only child, I did have an active imagination. Lots of made up tales with my stuffed toy buddies. But I also spent a lot of time reading.
ReplyDeleteReading seems what we all had in common here, doesn’t it?
DeleteLike Grace and Rhys, I am an only child. And I spent a lot of time reading.
DeleteI spent a lot of my childhood in and out of hospitals, so I didn't really get into playing. I was miserable at recess games and always chosen last. To this day I am dreadfully uncoordinated. I tended to dive into books and get lost in Trixie Belden or The Bobbsey Twins. I reveled in their adventures and my creativity, such as it is, was probably stoked by reading at a very young age.
ReplyDeleteI am a volunteer at the local library and assist the early education librarian with various programs. One of them consisted of providing cutouts of a human body along with buttons, yarn, construction paper, crayons, tissue paper, etc. and told them to decorate it as they saw themselves. These were 3–5-year-old kids and their creativity astounds me. I had to chuckle when I saw all the buttons because one little boy covered himself in buttons to represent his clothes. Another gave herself short hair on one side and long on the other along with a sweater on one side and a t-shirt on the other. She was ready for any season! It was really encouraging to see that creativity is alive and well in little people when you remove the devices from their hands. -- Victoria
Love this, Victoria!
DeleteI was also both socially and physically awkward, and spent most of my childhood with my nose in a book. It's not a bad way to grow up.
I once ran a preschool and the kids did great things with household trash -toilet roll and paper towel middles cotton balls straws and of course cardboard boxes
DeleteI think the current generation of kids are just as creative, but they also have video games, computers, cell phones etc that keep them occupied. It is not uncommon while at a restaurant to see a young couple give their young toddler (setting in a stroller) their cell phone. TV, videos, computer games act as a babysitter for the parents.
ReplyDeleteI worry about small children growing up watching screens.
DeleteWhat a lovely, creative and imaginative childhood you had! Although I hope you were not too lonely. I especially loved the story about your daughter Anne and her imaginary elephant in a matchbox and her warning to you about opening the box carefully. Who would ever imagine an elephant could fit in a matchbox but a child....and there's that magical word again...imagine. It's true what you wrote about the children of today having more structured and planned playtime. I think about two of my nephews who are eyeball deep in soccer and baseball, musical instrument lessons and recitals as well as learning how to speak exotic languages. Even their summers revolve around baseball game tournaments. While they know no other different way of scheduled play they also don't seem bothered by it. Still I wonder...While I don't particularly relish being an older boomer :) I am very grateful to have grown up in the 1950's when neighborhood basketball games under the streetlights were very common, backyard camping and Friday nights were spent spinning records and playing cards in a neighborhood buddy's basement and we were all a tight little group of togetherness. I grew up beside a dairy farm at a dead-end street. So even as a young child it was not uncommon for me to head out the door on a summer's morn with my (unleashed) 4-legged best friend to wade through the tall field grass that would eventually become hay bales and go to the barn to fill the cow's water bowls. Free to be on our own and, of course, with no cell phones back then it's remarkable that all our parents let us go play all day with the promise to return home for "supper hour". Our organized games were playing "cowboys and Indians" or "cops and robbers" in the woods behind my childhood home. That area was also ripe with blueberry and blackberry bushes for picking or me and my best friend would walk to the dairy farm for homemade ice cream. We decorated our second-hand bikes with handle streamers and attached baseball cards with clothes pins to our wheel spokes so that the fluttering sound of "flick...flick...flick" filled the neighborhood. Back then, too, most of our mothers were stay-at-home moms so we all had several places to go to if we wanted to crash somewhere together. We were NEVER bored and life was good. I feel blessed to have had such a wonderful childhood.
ReplyDeleteEvelyn, you’ve hit on one of the big differences. Stay at home moms! With mothers working children have to be put into daycare and activities
DeleteWonderful essay. Like you, I grew up an only child. Most of the people in my family were born a few years before Queen Victoria died, meaning that they were born in the 1890s! They were already in their 70s when I was a young child. These days being 70 is different from being 70 when I was a child! I had one cousin who was three years older, though she and her parents lived 2,000 miles away!
ReplyDeleteVery imaginative child. We lived in a big house that was built by a Swedish sailor for his bride in 1939 and my parents bought the house from them in the 1970s. There was a garden with a greenhouse and a birdbath. Cats in the neighbourhood loved to visit the backyard and look for birds, lol. Because of allergies, we could not have a cat, though I loved cats. I always wanted to play with cats when they visited. I would play with them. There was a novel, the Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett ? and the description of the Garden reminded me of the Garden from my childhood.
Loved to create stories. Still creating stories in my books. My parents are teachers. I grew up with lots of books. My Mom read Shakespeare while my Dad read science fiction.
Your mom read Shakespeare? Wow!
DeleteRhys, yes, my Mom taught Shakespeare in her high school English classes. You met my mom at the 2019 conference in Vancouver. Since I was old enough to walk, my parents took me to the Renaissance Faire every summer. I still have the Shakespeare stories for Children picture book by Sir Bernard Miles.
DeleteThinking back through my childhood, a brother and sister were always around but, unless were we stuck in the house due to rain, we pretty much went our own ways. My brother had friends, my sister had friends, I like reading books. Even with my cousins coming daily, Mom was their daycare, I was pretty much on my own. I just didn't have an easy time joining in or having friends like my brother and sister. Because we went to summer school I got to learn how to knit, crochet, embroider, do needlepoint. And to this day I still crochet, and now I'm doing needlepoint again. Again solitary things that I truly love to do, though now I am meeting with a group of ladies once a week, working on a big needlepoint project.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to add, we had a bottom box (really an old fruitcake tin) it was given out when we were sick and stuck in bed.
DeleteI had a great childhood, playing with my friends in the neighborhood. My mom’s directive was always that you had to be home when the streetlights came on. That was pretty much it. We didn’t wander too far — there was a creek at the end of our block so that was about as far as we’d go. I also have a sister who’s four years older. We had separate friend groups (though my best friend’s sister was my sister’s bestie so occasionally we would interact in the neighborhood), but when home alone, she’d play with me. I do remember that my sister would make up stories to tell me in the bathtub. I loved (and later envied) that ability. She became a teacher and I am sure used her talent for creativity to make learning fun. Our parents modeled reading and my sister and I both became voracious readers. To this day we offer each other book suggestions.
ReplyDeleteAs a parent of an only child, I worried that I didn’t play enough with him (we didn’t have a lot of kids on our street), but I do remember helping him set up his train board with different track configurations. I also payed army men with him, but my army never won…. :-) We (he and I) made friends at the children’s gym he attended. I was an older mother so my friends had teenagers by the time my son was born. The group of moms I met through the kids’ gym are still my friends. We had a great group who did lots of park play dates. Once he got to school, he made friends who lived closer. But there was a definite difference between the freedom I had as a child and what he had. — Pat S
I had that freedom growing up too. Out on my bike all day. Home when it got dark. Nobody asked where I was going or worried about me.
DeleteWith two youngest nephews, we were always drawing, coloring, writing and illustrating stories (we did a whole series with jellybean characters). They had Thomas the Tank tracks and engines and tons of little cars--snow mazes, a swimming pool next door. Computer games, too. Lots of books. Trails to explore. Blocks, some Legos, dolls. Fabrics, yarn, anything I could provide for play.
ReplyDeleteAs a kid myself, 7 brothers and sisters and a horde of cousins--but I was still mostly a solitary little soul. Not very coordinated, so no sports, and awkward socially.
7 siblings! You learn to survive at an early age, don't you?
DeleteWhat a wonderful post. I never thought about it, but we were always playing imaginary games. I was the only girl in an all-boy neighborhood. We played all sorts of games, often riffs on the television shows or movies we watched. We built rafts and played at being Huckleberry Finn, climbed tress and built tree houses pretending we were friends of Lassie, who always rescued us. Hid out in the woods for our friends to track us pretending we were waiting for the Lone Ranger to find us. It was fabulous. We put on plays that we wrote ourselves, held an annual summer carnival to raise money for fun school supplies (that big box of crayons was high on everyone's list) and played TV news - I was the weather girl, my forecast was always the same - it may be sunny, and hot, with rain or snow mixed in, but no matter what, there will be weather. I'd sketch images on a little black board, prop it up against a wall, and point to them with a pointer. We had a great time. I never thought about it, but it fostered a lot of creativity. We had board games, Lincoln logs, tinker toys and erector sets - in later years chemistry sets - but most of our fun came from our imagination.
ReplyDeleteYou should have become a weather person on TV! One of my daughters was always the sports announcer (she became a national-level athlete and still runs a big swim club)
DeleteThat's so cool, Rhys!
DeleteMy childhood definitely made me the reader I am today. I doubt I would read as much as I do if I had been allowed to watch TV growing up. Now, I do watch TV and read, but I credit not watching it as a kid for giving me the balance I have today.
ReplyDeleteTrying again. My long post disappeared when I attempted to fix a typo. Grrrr…
ReplyDeleteSo this is going to be much shorter! I’m the oldest of five. Our parents encouraged creativity We played a lot of games with Dad while Mom took care of whoever was the newest baby.We were encouraged to try different arts and crafts, and our parents participated with us. We had the craziest make-believe games, and made up stories and characters as we went along.
We did a lot of make-believe with our friends, too. I remember one instance when my best friend and I decided that leprechauns lived in the stone wall behind our building. I said that we should go and talk to them. So my friend looked inside one part of the walk, and says “Mickey, how are you?” I got annoyed with her and told her “we’ve never met them! we don’t know their names yet! We need to introduce ourselves!” Obviously, we had different styles!
Reading was strongly encouraged by our parents, who were avid readers themselves. Trips to bookstores, with money saved up from allowances, was a favorite outing.
There’s a lot more that I said in my original post, but I’ll stop here. And I’m not going to check for typos, because that’s how my original post went missing!
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I built fairy houses with my granddaughters. We'd line a hollow in an old tree with moss, make tiny furniture with leaves and twigs and then covered the whole thing with a woven curtain of moss. When we revisited that tree, years later, the house was still there.
DeleteMy grandmother has a button collection. (Don't know where she got them.)
ReplyDeleteI loved looking at them, rather like Scrooge McDuck and his valt. I didn't play as imaginatively as Rhys, but I loved to pick through them.
My brother's books had personalities. I'd rearrange them according to who liked whom, who was mad at whom, etc. He hated it. My grandma also had a button box. Of course the buttons had their own personalities and were paired up accordingly. My dolls were Nancy Drew and her chums, or the Dana girls, and had adventures. My brother and I sailed the seas in metal tubs in the back yard and speared fish (leaves). We'd play with his plastic soldiers. While he tried to win WW2 I'd gather up the little helmets, guns, etc. and set up a commissary to sell them. Not appreciated. On top of this, we both read like fiends and loved all the shows Disney aired: Zorro, Davy Crocket, Andy Burnet, Elfego Baca.
ReplyDeleteThis all sounds like such fun, Pat
DeleteRhys, first of all, I love buttons. I knew that my mother kept buttons in her sewing box, which was a round barrel-looking box with a lid and a handle, so I made sure I got her sewing box when we were dividing up my parents' belongings. I got my mother-in-law's buttons, too. I keep both collections in separate jars. I really should do some art with them, as I've seen some quite creative framed button work. I feel so lucky that I grew up being outside so much. We rode our bikes, playing cops and robbers, and sometimes the bikes were horses. Making mudpies in my friend's sandbox and having an imagined cooking and eating session with those. We played outdoor games, like hopscotch and kick the can and pick-up-jax and red-light-green-light-hope-I-see-a-ghost-tonight. And, we even played school in one of my friend's basements, but we had the big garage door up, so it was like being outside, too. And, of course, we read, but I'm not sure where. I think we sometimes got out the lawn chairs, the ones you could lie down on, and pretended we were sunbathing or at the beach as we read. I remember we all loved a good mystery in the neighborhood, figuring out something unusual going on. So, I'm sure my childhood activities affected my reading and thinking as I got older. I remember my daughter and her two girl friends down the street had a book club when they were in elementary school. My son and the girls' brother were more into adventure playing.
ReplyDeleteButtons! I do have a box of buttons - you now the extras that come on clothing in case you lose a button - and I enjoy poking through it every now and then.
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