06/17/2026
I love this time of year. There was a game we played on summer nights growing up in western Massachusetts called flashlight tag.
The street lights coming on was the signal to assemble. One kid grabbed a flashlight, walked to the mailbox and started counting. Everyone else scattered into the dark, into the neighboring yards, behind bushes and cars and whatever else could hide you. The whole point was to not get caught in the beam.
I once ran into a picnic table at full speed in the dark. I gashed my leg, flew through the ai and landed hard. I was back out there the next night because that's what real play does – it pulls you in completely.
As we get older, we can lose touch with this sense of aliveness. The impact of this can ripple into both our work and life. If you’ve noticed this in yourself, read my take on the power of play: https://www.jan-turner.com/blog/flashlight-tag-and-the-art-of-play
What did real play feel like for you growing up?