Yesterday, for whatever reason, I was thinking about the unfettered, uninhibited, unthinking things I would do as a child. I would go puddle jumping, I would climb trees, I would play spaceman to the moon using an empty refrigerator box as my space capsule, I would play with GI Joe, I would play Batman, I would play Superman. Superman was among the ultimate childhood experiences. My mother would pin a dish towel to my shirt and I would have an instant cape. I remember running around the house, with my arms outstretched, pretending to "FLY" over Metropolis. My younger brother was always the bad guy, the little girl who lived in back of us was always Lois Lane. I would jump off the back porch, swoop in, chase the bad guy away and save Lois. I was invincible!
When did I cease being invincible? When did I stop puddle jumping? When did I stop playing with the abandon of a child? Maybe more importantly, why? It seems to me if we all spent more time splashing in puddles or "flying" with dish towels pinned to our shirts, we'd have a much better perspective on life. I bet we would begin to feel unburdened, not so run down, not so sick, not have to work so hard at being awakened. We would be awake and aware as we when were children, we would become invincible!