By Tom Fegan
A moment of living stunned me cold. My attention connected to two little girls playing hopscotch on a crudely drawn pink chalk diagram in the apartment complex courtyard where I lived. Parents played sentry as the girls giggled and skipped back and forth. The playmates stopped to draw figures with different chalk colors. Their imagination and faculties of play danced from their young minds. There were no laptops or smart phones for toys, just simplicity and allowance for fun. These little girls were liberated from the computer age.