After a rough day, I headed outside for a walk. Being outside, in the rain. Not a downpour. but sprinkling. I remember sprinkling from when I was a girl. We used to run through the sprinklers for fun. My grandfather would turn it on and we would run up to it to get wet. Who needs a pool? I remember splashing in the gutters in the water runoff from other houses. Barefoot playing in the water. Folding in the outdoor world into my play.
We used to play. What happened? We used to entertain ourselves with outdoor games. I guess kids still do. The days of roaming the woods until Mom rang the dinner bell seem out of reach.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Does growing up mean no more play? Adults are so serious. Maybe that is why I love children so. They can't help but play. Life is a game to them. Also true for us older children. We just need to remember the game and play it.