“Fun is my Cause“, I write. To which my friend and correspondent Diane Ascher corresponds: “The only reason this is true for you is because you play in love. If you played in some other space, you would reap THAT whirlwind.”
Yes. Love. Play would not be enough, elsewise. Love is what makes play deep, fun big. Perhaps I haven’t made that clear until now – to myself, even, but to you, especially. Without love, there is no fun.
There’s a kind of game/play experience that engages all of us – individually, collectively, physically, socially, intellectually, spiritually. I first saw this when I was working with kids developing a curriculum in theater which turned out to be a curriculum in games, and then at the Games Preserve, my farm/retreat for the study of games, and then with the New Games Foundation and then with designing computer games for people like the Children’s Television Workshop. It’s what I described, that experience, when I wrote The Well-Played Game.
Source: New Games Foundation
Ah, but the games we played at the farm, and during New Games. The Big Fun of it all! The big Loving Fun of it all:
Spectacles and thrill rides that often led to mass hysteria of the joyful kind. We played in a “Group Loop” made like a giant rubber band, sproinging each other to new levels of fun and fear, and three-way-volleyball with a 6-ft-diameter ball and wound up giving each other points every time anyone got the ball over a net. We played tug-of-war and made it the rule that people on the winning side could always let go and join the losing side.
Even when I played these big fun games with a handful of school-age kids on a parking lot instead of 1000 families in a huge, verdant park, it was the same kind of game:
Of the loving kind.