A paucity of imagination.
This is just one of many rock formations in our local wilderness area (two miles from my front door, well within biking distance). There's no scale here, but that large platform is around 18' across. If I were still a kid, I'd be all over these every spare moment of my day ... imagining amazing things. Leftover pyramids! Parts of an ancient southwestern Sphinx. A giant rock Titanic. You name it, I'd be addicted.
Yet I've not seen a single child here. Not *one*. Though our community has many children now, none seem to ever leave the orbit of their electronics. And I suppose the thought of a 'free range child' scares the hell out of modern parents.
We are the poorer. So I sat on it yesterday and yelled, "CAPTAIN! We're LISTING TO PORT!"
My wife, a little ahead, yells: "NO PORT! We've got a bottle of wine, though. Get your butt over here and let's get home. It's COLD!"
"Aye-aye, Cap'n." Knuckled my forehead, jumped across the crevasse, and got busy hiking.
Alas, grownup priorities ...