If I had the choice to jump into a pile of leaves or pop bubble wrap I would be hard pressed to figure out which activity I would want to do. Even at the age of 45, I would have to run through the time honored eenie meanie miney mo rhyme to figure out my choice because one would not be it. In the end, I would have to do both because I truly couldn’t decide.
Is it any wonder that neither of my children can resist taking a flying leap face first into a big pile of freshly rake leaves? Or any wonder that neither kid can walk past a sheet of bubble wrap without popping at least one. Hells bells, I am 45 and I couldn’t resist. There is no way I could piously stand by, act my age, and admonish my offspring to refrain from jumping into a big inviting pile of leaves or popping every single bubble of the bubble wrap when I am dying to do it myself. I would be racing them to the pile to jump first and rolling around in the leaves giggling like a lunatic. I would be the one fighting to be the first to butt bounce on the bubble wrap first. Yes!!!! Why? Because it is fun, plain and simple. It doesn’t cease to be fun because you grow up. I have never been one to act my age…all pious and proper. Sorry friends, it just isn’t in me.
I will admit with the passage of time a little decorum is impossible to ignore. After I have had my fun and rolled about in the leaves once or twice, popped the entire bubble wrap, and giggled my happy ass off about it I am quite ready to get on with the task at hand. I am ready to pick up the leaves, move them to the designated spot, and burn them till there is nothing left. The same is said for bubble wrapping. You can’t UN pop a bubble. Once it is popped, throw it out. There is no need to pee yourself with glee and keep screaming about it. It is then time to get on with life. A time and a place for everything is my motto.
On the contrary, I have no use for splashing through mud puddles. Puddles are wet. Wet equals’ cold, soggy feet and that my friend is not nice. I have no tolerance for being a dirty slovenly pig wallowing in the mud. No mud wrestling for this girl. Yes, I did run in the rain splashing a good amount of mud all over my legs in high school BUT, I was a couple of miles away from the school in a down pour at the time. What would you do? Run like hell to get back or take your sweet time? Either way you were going to be a drenched rat when you got back so you might as well pick up the pace and get back to the school sooner rather than later.
Under close inspection thanks to NaBloPoMo’s wanting to know, I deduce that I act younger than I appear with the abandon of a child in the body of a 45 year old and am not likely to change anytime in the near future. In answer to all questions…I got to just jump!