Wouldn't it be THE BEST if we grownups could have a field day every Spring just to get our sillies out? I mean, how stress relieving is it to jump in a bounce house? Incredibly relieving, right? And the sponge toss...I could ACE that joint. Seriously. I would win the blue ribbon of sponge tossing if somebody could make this grownup field day happen. And hey---why don't we grownups get ribbons anymore??? OK...yeah. You're right. It's called money. And money is great. But you know what might be better for JUST ONE DAY? Hula hooping to 80s music.
Sigh. I miss being a kid. Guys! We had it so good and we didn't even know it. We begged and pleaded to get older and to be able to wear makeup and curl our hair and wear heels and for WHAT? I'd trade a kid their gig ANY DAY. To get my Jazzercise on with my fellow Alton Eagles and 3rd grade PE teacher Mrs. Matejowsky and watch her helicopter (or cereal box or globe or watermelon) earrings dangle in time to the Beach Boys was pure heaven. Relay races and tug o' war and DODGEBALL...that was the stuff that made the world go 'round. Life, though good in it's own right, is so complicated now. Taxes and life insurance and baggage fees and lattes and that freaking Jones family that everyone is trying to keep up with just BUG. Since Michelle Obama hasn't instituted a program for us adults to get in touch with our inner children yet, feel free to live vicariously through these images, taken at Millie's school's Field Day. Get your freak on.