ADHD and the San Francisco Treat
On an unusually sunny Saturday last month, a former college roommate and I took her eight-year-old son to Fisherman’s Wharf. I don’t have children of my own, for a number of reasons, and Sean embodied quite a few of those. Don’t get me wrong. Sean is adorable and funny as heck. Actually, he’s really kind of a great kid. It’s just that Sean has ADHD and to be honest, when I picked up he and his mom at the airport for their weekend visit, it took me about five minutes to conclude that Sean was going to drive me nuts! We almost lost him at the airport. It turned out that he was watching luggage convey on a belt a few spots down and “helping” people with their bags by tossing them off the belt.
But, once we got to Fisherman’s Wharf, Sean was in his element, i.e., he was in one of the hyper-kinetic wonders of the world. It might not be “real” San Francisco, but it’s a fantastic treat for a kid like Sean (and, therefore, his companions). Between stopping to grab a snack every hour or so (for Sean, anything bready or cheesy, and “nothing fishy, yuck!”), Sean’s own version of street entertainment, his loud, but friendly teasing of the sea lions, we managed to visit the Musee Mecanique (where Sean learned what life was like before video games), Ripley’s Believe It or Not (which was just weird and gruesome enough to hold his attention momentarily captive), and the USS Pampanito (where Sean must have said, “This is so cool!” countless times, okay, so I stopped counting after twenty-five.)
Anyway, fellow City dwellers. I just wanted to pass along a little positive local vibe for Fisherman’s Wharf. After that day, I started looking at it in a whole new light!
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