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To be a kid again

They say everyone has to grow up sometime. Well I want to know just how much do we have to grow up?

Yes we should all take responsibility for our actions, get a job and pay our own bills and set a good exampke for our children. That is all fine but there are some things that kids enjoy that I find myself still enjoying.

Like watching cartoons and eating sugary cereals for breakfast, blowing bubbles in the yard, chasing down the ice cream truck on a hot summers day, spending the whole day in a swimning pool, and the list goes on.

So now that Im a grown up do I have to stop these fun activities? If so, whats the fun in all that?

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