When did we grow up?
I have just visited A Modern Goddess Online and read a lovely post about a young girl and her mother who played in the rain. (The story is very touching, so go and read it).
The story made me think about all the things we used to do as children that we wouldn't dream of doing now. When did we grow up? Why did we grow up to be so 'repressed'? What is stopping us from having fun the way we did as kids? Have we just forgotten how to have pure, innocent fun?
Do you remember playing under the sprinklers? Sliding in and out on the wet grass and falling with your friends in a tangle of arms and legs! Just thinking of it makes my skin feel warm, and my spirit more light hearted.
Do you remember riding your bike down the hill? The wind rushing past your ears with a whistle and your hair streaming out behind you? I can still feel the sheer exhilaration of it all.
Did you ever get to bottle feed an orphaned lamb? They suck so hard it almost pulls the bottle out of your hand, and they make little squelchy sounds as they build up froth at their mouths. Their fleece is so tight and a little greasy but it is irresistible to touch.
Why don't we play in the rain anymore? Why don't we let ourselves out of the little cages we wear and just go out and play?