When I was a girl, I don't ever remember uttering the the modern child's battlecry, "I'm bored!" Actually, it would never have occurred to me to complain of boredom. There was an infinite world to explore, both outside and in. How could I be bored?
We didn't own a television. TV was a new concept when I was a girl. The TV's had huge cabinets with tiny little screens. The pictures were black and white. And since we didn't have a TV, I didn't grow up glued to the set.
What did I do?
Played with my dolls. I was in the unusual position of owning many dolls, several of which were foreign in origin. My father was a minister in charge of the missionary board so missionaries on home furlough frequently stayed with us. Every single one seemed to bring me a doll. My mother, an accomplished seamstress made clothes for my army of dolls.
Read books. I believe I had an enormous advantage over today's child because I grew up without television. My parents spent precious money buying me books. Back then, paperbacks for children were scarce so they bought me hardbacked books. I still have them. My children read them and now my grandchildren are reading them. I was never bored because I had an infinite number of worlds and characters to keep me company.
Play outside. I took my fired up imagination outside where I dragooned my brothers into taking part in my fantastic adventures. Imagination is a wonderful thing. I suspect that my own stories have their seeds in the rich treasure trove of stories I had at my disposal. I was always a daydreamer, happily carrying out my ideas in the great outdoors.
Craft work. I was most fortunate to have a mother who was extremely crafty. And every new craft she she tried, I was also allowed to try, even when I was small. Embroidery, painting, sewing, weaving... everything she tried, I did too.
No electronic games, no television, no iPod, no Wii. Surprisingly, I thrived. And I didn't suffer from boredom.