Ok. So here's an entry of something I just thought about as of late. I think I'm one of the few people of my age who hasn't lost touch with his inner child. Sure, some people call it immaturity, but I call it innocence...or really, fun. I just see every body looking at a little kid playing with a stick or on a swing set and they laugh at the kid, and not because they're remembering either. They think the kid's retarded...while I look at the same child and begin to think how much fun I had when I was that age. In shape and imaginitive. I remember about a year ago, I found these kids playing in the woods where one of my friends lives and I just saw how young they were and I thought "I'm gonna give these kids a fun time." So I walked out of the bushes pretending like I lived in the woods. As young as these kids were, they believed it after I said I knew where some buried treasure was. We went on this whole little adventure in the woods going through bushes, as I told stories of how I was 4 million years old tomorrow and had seen every animal that lived in the woods. When I got to where I knew the adventure should end, I lead them to a hole I dug and told them somebody must have taken it. They laughed with me when I said some animal that today I forget, after all, I was maybe 12 or 13 when I did that. aanyway, I really am kinda glad I'm in touch with my inner child. I mean, come one...that's so cool to me.
Bigbaddave · Mon Apr 24, 2006 @ 10:37pm · 2 Comments |