A plastic frisbee for the landfill
We’ve decided as a family that this won’t be going in our own bin; we’ll drop it off into the ‘non recyclable’ when we next go to the recycling centre, but I wanted to share the story with you.
The other day, Little Miss Green was playing in the field. There are a couple of horses in there who she has made friends with.
She came in with flushed cheeks and wild hair clutching something orange. I caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye from the kitchen.
“What is that?” Mr Green asked looking at the mound of plastic in her hands.
Little Miss green went on to explain that she had found a broken plastic frisbee in the field. She had picked up all the pieces and bought it home because she was worried the horses would try to eat it and be harmed.
She was most indignant that someone had been so thoughtless to leave it in the field like that (I think she had conveniently forgotten the amount of broken plastic toys littering our garden, but never mind; at least they are not ‘in the wild’ I guess).
So we called a family conference and decided that we shouldn’t be accountable for the plastic frisbee in our bin or add it to our personal weigh in, but that we would dispose of it properly so no other animals would be endangered.
I have to say, this is something that concerns me about 21st century life – the massive volume of ‘pile ‘em high, sell ‘em cheap’ toys that our children are growing up with. They last a few days at best and then become ‘rubbish’. Our children are bought up to look for the next fix and move on to the next thing, like good little consumers. I wonder how we can ever solve the landfill issue until we pull back from so much mindless consumerism. We try and stay away from it as much as we can, but we can’t live in a vacuum or turn our child into the village freak.
Ok, rant over before I really get going! Needless to say I’m proud of my girl …