My father and his sibling had to pretend, they had toys. They made “toy” trucks out of cardboard boxes, sticks, and lemons for the wheels. They pretend they had a tree house by climbing tree that were completely empty. When I first asked this question this was not the response I was expecting to get. My aunt said,” we didn’t have time to pretend. Life was already so hard we just need to get what we need to get done.” This shows that play is a natural part of growing up because they found sometime to pretend, but due to certain circumstances play is seen as a …show more content…
I was given the opportunity to play in ways my father could never dream of. Play for him was not a practice for adulthood that was the chores were for. I on the other hand was able to play with actual toys and was able to have the privilege of day to day play. Even though I was able to play games my upbringing didn’t enable for plenty of social interaction. I grew up as an only child with an over protective grandmother, I wasn’t allowed to wonder pass the gates of my home. The rare occasions when my dad came to visit was when I was able to play and explore. I am unable to ask my grandmother what games I played and I cannot completely remember them myself. The games that my fathers and his siblings played weren’t similar to mine. The types of games my father played as a child didn’t affect my cultural heritage. When my father and I did play it was after not seeing him for months at a time. Playing was a way for us to bond and spend time with each other. We gained the close relationship I have with him today. He was not able to play with his parents resulting in a not very close relationship. Playing with was building something much better than what he had before. He made sure we were able to play together strengthening our bond even though he did live far