Remember when we were in such a hurry to grow up and be adults? What was so mystical and amazing about adulthood? Were we looking forward to working, bills, and insurance? Or was it cars, getting away from our parents, and 'doing what we wanted'? I am personally let down by adulthood, because of all of those things. (Please don't misunderstand me, I do love my life, husband, friends etc.)
Riding my bike, rollerblading, and climbing trees are things of the past, things I loved dearly. Swinging as high as we possibly could, getting up early on Saturdays to watch ridiculous cartoons, and burning our legs on the old metal slides. No fear, no worries, just fun.
Today my friend Tippy and I found out you can't go back. In the middle of our relaxing pool day, which involved killing wasps and jello shots, we spotted a tire swing. Yes, I said a tire swing. Yes I am 24 years old, and she is 20. We are both entirely too old to be running towards a tire swing in the manner we did today. We ran towards it like we were 6 years old, and I blame the jello shots for this.
Once we killed the crazy spider that was on it by slamming it into the tree, we were in business. Tippy climbed up it with ease, as she is a tiny thing. She sat on top of it, and I pushed her eagerly. She stated that she felt like she was going a thousand miles an hour, let out a few good 'Wheeee's, almost hit the tree, and she was done. I was too apprehensive to climb on top, so I took a running start, grabbed the rope, and clamped my legs on for dear life. This was a bad idea, and a terrible tire swing form to take. I didn't last long before my hands hurt from the rope, and both of my thighs were red and bruised from the tire itself. I was also mentally picturing the dry rotted rope snapping, and throwing my large body to the ground at a breakneck speed. Luckily, my thighs took the hit, not my neck. Tippy ended up being bit by ants, and we sprinted back to the pool, battered and bruised from our 5 minute tire swing escapade. We laid in the pool, slightly winded and giggling. We are too old for this.
Today's events made me think of how non-observant we were when we were kids. We checked for bugs in the tire swing. We would have never as kids, we would have hopped right in, gotten bit, and not known until mom saw at bath time. We drank out of the hose, ran through the yard barefoot, climbed in trees, jumped down, and triple dog dared our friends. As an adult, the hose would have to be my only option, and I would have to be dehydrated. I would have to be chased by a masked man to run through a yard barefoot, and the last time I climbed a tree was because a cat was stuck in it. Okay, so maybe I still triple dog dare my friends, it gets the job done, what can I say? Do you remember fighting naps when you were a kid? Maybe we thought we were going to miss something? I pray for a nap every day now, and I don't care what I miss.
Maybe we should trade in our tire swing for a shuffleboard court. Just sayin'.
Pass the Bengay, I think I'm going to feel that in the morning.
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