When I was growing up, I lived in an apartment complex in New York. There were ‘Keep off the Grass’ signs posted around the property.
Regardless, my friends and I continued to play on the grass. The complex, it seems, was patrolled by older residents intent on preventing children from being children.
We constantly heard “you kids, keep off the grass.”
One time, I asked someone, “Where do you want us to play, the street?”
That is why I always loved the ‘you kids, keep off my lawn’ jokes in movies and in television. So when I saw this story, I had to post about it.
I can somewhat understand the position of the 89-year old. She probably was frustrated with the kids throwing their balls in her yard – probably initially unintentional but after her constant complaining – ‘keep your ball out of my yard you hooligans’ – the balls probably found their way into her yard more frequently. As kids, that’s what we did.
Kids are kids and Mrs. Jester should have understood that. It wasn’t like they were harming her, her property or her flower beds (it would have stated that in the article, I suspect.)
Today, I find myself getting agitated at the kids who walk, stand and skateboard in the middle of the streets of my neighborhood as cars have to drive around THEM like a damn obstacle course. Growing up we moved out of the way of the cars and now I have to drive around them.
And now I have these skateboarders who have set up a ramp in their parents’ driveway. They start boarding through their garage and up and over the ramp into the street. There’s nothing like driving down the street only to find a teenager on a skateboard landing just feet in front of your moving vehicle.
Driving through my neighborhood is quite fun. You’ll find these children as I’ve mentioned above, ducks that mozie across the street, fearless birds that stand in the street almost daring you to hit them and kamikaze squirrels that enjoy haphazardly darting in front of moving cars especially during mating season – which appears to be going on right now.
As a parent of 2 teenagers, I have raised both to respect cars. The first received her license on her 17th birthday and the second is now in the early stages of learning – and I realize I need a whole new level of patience to get through this phase of life.
I have gone down a major tangent but isn’t that why we blog?
Seriously, though, this has frivolous lawsuit written all over it. Mrs. Jester (ironic surname) has claimed ‘emotional distress’ in this joke of a suit.
I’d also like to know what ‘playthings’ found its way into her yard. The content of items will determine if this was done accidentally or if the children were either harassing Mrs. Jester or throwing their siblings toys into the neighbors’ yard.
I hope the media provides an update on this case. I’ll be on the lookout for it.