I’m fighting and losing the battle, I’m turning into Mr. Wilson from Dennis the Menace – albeit slowly. I’m not there yet but I can see it coming, I want peace and quiet, and easy listening music! But the little kid in me still breaks out now and then – yahoo!
I’m not a kid anymore but still find my moments. I was out for walk the other day and the wall beckoned. A cement wall with footing a little wider than my foot edged a property – I could walk on the road or I could walk on the top of the wall.
I walked on the top of the wall, this is kid stuff. Part of me knows the fun of making dams connecting rain puddles, swinging on tree branches, and rolling on the grass. You know, jumping on and off stuff, skipping along instead of walking – the light hearted attitude of the simple life when we were knee high tadpoles.
Yes, I have my Mr Wilson tendency moments but part of me reverts to the little boy still inside me.