When did adults become so boring?

Over Easter, I was sitting at the communal pool at my mum's place in Marbella, and I couldn't stop staring at two young sisters, who were maybe 6-8. I looked on in awe and if I'm honest a little jealously.

What was I watching, and why couldn't I look away for a good 5 minutes? (5 minutes is a long time to be staring at people!)

Because in those 5 minutes, the sisters must have jumped into the pool over 50 times. And every jump had a little story behind it…

• They were shopping and slipped in - splash

• They were dancing and slipped in - splash

• They were old people and slipped in - splash

You get the idea…

And every time they resurfaced, they were both cracking up as if what had just happened, them "falling" in the pool, was completely unexpected.

I couldn't help but think.

When did adults become so boring? When did we start caring so much about what other people thought that we stopped having fun? Stopped creating? Stopped laughing just because.

My jealousy wasn't huuuuge because over the past couple of years I've placed a lot of value on play. I laugh daily, and I have fun with my family and with those around me.

I realised how important play is. Not just for kids, but for adults alike.

I don't see myself jumping in the pool (which was freezing, by the way) 50+ times, but I do dance around the kitchen just because; I sing at the top of my lungs just because; I make up stories for Andre that make us both laugh, and I laugh at my own jokes. Play might look different now that I'm an adult, but it doesn't mean it's less fun.

Nadia 💛

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