When I Was Your Age...

Tim watched the kids sitting around the playground typing away on their phones. For a playground it was very quiet.
"I thought you said you wanted me to take you to the park to play with your friends?", Tim asked his son who was sitting on the ground too.
"I am," his son replied.
"I thought playing was running around and doing things. Who exactly are you playing with?"
"With John."
Tim looked around. Across the playground he could see John leaning against a tree with his phone.
"He's sitting right over there. Why aren't you guys doing something?"
"We are."
Tim couldn't believe what he was about to say. "When I was you age we didn't have this technology. When we went out to play, we went out to play. We ran around, kicked a ball, climbed a tree, rode our bikes. All you guys are doing is sitting around. This is not playing."
"Dad, you don't get it," his son said typing on the phones keyboard.
Tim tapped his cane on the ground out of frustration. Grabbing the cane in the middle, he tapped the end of the cane across his sons head.
"Ouch!"
"Give me that damn phone."
"What I do?"
"Nothing and that's the problem," Tim said taking the phone. "Now go climb something or do something. Just go do something."
"But, I was doing something."
Tim raised the cane handle at his son and pointed it out to the playground. His son walked out to the playground and turned back to him.
"There is no-one to play with."
Tim closed his eyes as his head fell back.
"Aaarrggh!"