Saturday my niece, Lily had a birthday at McDonalds. She and about ten other three-year-olds traversed the bold-colored plastic playground before they dove into their hamburgers and French fries. Always the participator, I ignored the sign that read “children 48 inches and smaller only,” and took my turn in the blue, static-filled, winding slide.
It was a blast. It was freedom at it’s finest. (Except when I almost got stuck!) Entering into those plastic tubes was like entering into the carefree world of a child. I learned a few things that I hope I will never forget.
Everyone’s a friend, even strangers.
Sometimes they laugh for no apparent reason.
They’re always ready to be comforted when they hurt.
And most importantly, they haven’t been taught to care what people think.
Read those again and ask yourself, when was the last time you acted like a three-year-old?