Once upon a time in England Rob and I took the twins to the playground, you’d think it would have been the six-year-olds that had the most fun but in reality I did. I often get told I’m 32 going on 7 and playgrounds are my weakness that proves this. I made sure I went on most of the equipment (for safety testing purposes, obviously). We ended up having to go back to mine on the way back to Robs afterwards so I could change my jeans as they were so muddy. But ho hey sometimes you just have to let your hair down, get muddy and swing on a swing.
Swings at the playground
Seriously, everyone should do it every now and then. It’s great fun, it makes you feel like you are flying and are free. Rob bet me I couldn’t push him on a swing. And as you all know I’m not one to back down from a challenge no matter how small or silly it is. So on the swing he went and up to the sky he flew. I use the terms “flew” and “sky” loosely. More like he haltingly swayed a few inches. But the swing moved which was the main objective.
The twins and I went on the swing set where all the swings make a circle so you can all meet in the middle and high five with your feet. It was great fun. Until I had to get off the swing. For some reason, these swings had a chain running along your lap. Somehow I don’t think they are designed for grown ups (again I use this term loosely) and I got stuck trying to get off. So now there is a wonderfully embarrassing video of me on Facebook trying rather unsuccessfully to disentangle myself from the swing.
See-saws are also delightfully satisfying, even more so if there’s someone on the other end that you can make bounce out of their seat. Hearing them thud against the seat with each see (or is it saw?) makes me happy. That may be slightly sadistic. Especially as it’s often small children.
After the see-saw, it was time to try out other playground equipment. So I went on a really fast spinning thing (unsure what it’s called but there is a photo below for reference). The first few spins I thought were quite nice. Then it got faster. It kind of reminded me of the nights out when you get back to your bed, the room starts spinning and you feel a little sick to your stomach. It felt like that but tenfold. Rob spun one of his twins really fast, I had to stop him because the poor boy was in tears. I looked at him as he sat there trying to gain a sense of where he was in the world again and you could see his eyes trying focus. It was like looking at a small drunk person.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be a “proper grown up”. I don’t think I will somehow, but it doesn’t bother me. I would rather have fun and swing in swings than watch everyone else have all the fun while sitting on the sidelines. Life is for living, for indulging your inner child and doing things just because they are fun. Life is hard enough as it is so why not have fun when you can, even if you do feel a little silly sometimes. What brings out the inner child in you? What is your secret guilty childish pleasure?