In one of my last posts, I said I had this intense desire to be silly and run to the park so I could swing. It seemed like kind of a ridiculously immature thing to want to do, but who am I kidding? I'm not exactly the picture of maturity most days. So why not indulge this childish desire right?
So that's what we did yesterday afternoon. We went to the park and intended to play on the swings. When we got there, there were already some kids playing on them, so we had to be patient and hope they'd leave so we could have fun. But even if the swings were occupied, the big slide tower wasn't. There wasn't anyone over there. So we ran over and proceeded to climb up this big contraption.
When I was a kid, we didn't have elaborate play structures like this one. We just had some stark looking metal slide that would burn your ass in the summer time. And sometimes we'd have a pile of tires to play in. It was a simpler time. But now these playgrounds are like fantasy lands. I'd actually be scared to let my little kid climb to the top of this by themselves. It's really high up! It was like a waterslide without the water. And there were little compartments you could climb into that had different slides at different levels, which I assume was so that even really small kids could enjoy it too.
But we went to the top and braved the monster slide. I made Natalie go first, not because I was afraid, but because I wanted to see how silly she looked. But her laughter was enough to convince me that it was worth losing cool points for. So I dove down the slide head first and it was quite an experience! Apparently it created a lot of static electricity so I was getting zapped the entire way down. I actually saw blue sparks! It just made the whole thing even funnier really.
Apparently Natalie had the same thing happen and her hair was actually standing up funny. This caused much laughter, so of course we had to do it again. We tried to go down together once but we got stuck. The slide tube thing wasn't really made for two adults to slide through. But we had a really fun time doing this. Probably even more fun than I used to have when I was a kid.
Eventually the swings were free though, so we ran over there and snagged them before anyone else showed up. And it really was just as exciting as I remember it being. Especially if you lean back really far because it gives you that weird butterfly feeling in your stomach. Like being on a rollercoaster. It made me laugh because it just felt good. And I didn't even care how stupid I looked.
But after awhile, we decided to have a contest to see who could jump the farthest if we let go of the swing. That was a lot of fun, even if I did fall over once and get a face full of sand. But I won! Sort of. I won if you count where my face landed and not my feet :-P
I've decided though that it's okay to be childish once in awhile. It keeps the spirit happy. You can get so bogged down by life and it's struggles and stresses, that you forget how to have fun sometimes. But I think it's important to remind yourself of that.
All you have to do is sit at a playground and watch the kids playing, and see how carefree they are. And somewhere inside all of us is that little child. They just get buried under a mountain of rubble as time goes on. But they're still in there. And you shouldn't be afraid to dig them up and let them come out and play. Trust me. It's worth it.



