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	<title>Comments on: Children&#8217;s Experience of Place</title>
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		<title>By: LB</title>
		<link>http://maggie-jackson.com/blog/2010/03/04/childrens-experience-of-place/#comment-217</link>
		<dc:creator>LB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 18:19:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Fascinating observations. Kids can't play catch with a digital dad online. Young or old, nursing an online existence can cause us to depreciate. We cannot afford to lose touch with the physical connections waiting outside to liberate us again.

Your work serves great purpose. I recently referred to "Distracted" in some of my own observations. Feel free to read:

&lt;a href="http://thelbtip.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/shifts-in-fortitude/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Shifts in Fortitude&lt;/a&gt; 

Looking forward to hearing more about those unpublished titles.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fascinating observations. Kids can&#8217;t play catch with a digital dad online. Young or old, nursing an online existence can cause us to depreciate. We cannot afford to lose touch with the physical connections waiting outside to liberate us again.</p>
<p>Your work serves great purpose. I recently referred to &#8220;Distracted&#8221; in some of my own observations. Feel free to read:</p>
<p><a href="http://thelbtip.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/shifts-in-fortitude/" rel="nofollow">Shifts in Fortitude</a> </p>
<p>Looking forward to hearing more about those unpublished titles.</p>
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		<title>By: Liz</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 17:13:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Loved your post and learning about Roger Hart's  Children's Experience of Place. Our teenage sons still gripe and groan on weekends that their screen time (TV, video games, laptop) happens only after they've spent time outside. They rebel under their breath and cast us dirty looks as they reluctantly head outside for at least an hour. Our oldest lands on a patio chair sulking while the youngest tries his best to look dejected. Sometimes I'm overcome with guilt and think of Joan Crawford,   but after awhile out of the blue magic happens. They spot a hawk after its prey or a potato bug on its back, their cats join them and they end up wrestling in between bouts of  laughter. Without fail they lay on their backs and follow the clouds, their cats purr on their stomach until they fall asleep or grab a soccer ball. Then they're kicking it around until they collapse. Sometimes they just stare or sleep, but they seem content and  are more talkative, which is just not the case after even one hour of video games. Balance is key, but a challenge to maintain!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved your post and learning about Roger Hart&#8217;s  Children&#8217;s Experience of Place. Our teenage sons still gripe and groan on weekends that their screen time (TV, video games, laptop) happens only after they&#8217;ve spent time outside. They rebel under their breath and cast us dirty looks as they reluctantly head outside for at least an hour. Our oldest lands on a patio chair sulking while the youngest tries his best to look dejected. Sometimes I&#8217;m overcome with guilt and think of Joan Crawford,   but after awhile out of the blue magic happens. They spot a hawk after its prey or a potato bug on its back, their cats join them and they end up wrestling in between bouts of  laughter. Without fail they lay on their backs and follow the clouds, their cats purr on their stomach until they fall asleep or grab a soccer ball. Then they&#8217;re kicking it around until they collapse. Sometimes they just stare or sleep, but they seem content and  are more talkative, which is just not the case after even one hour of video games. Balance is key, but a challenge to maintain!</p>
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