[Incomplete entry of when I went outside running and laughing in the rain]
This transitions to a question I'm thinking of. As adults, we are expected and hardwired into behaving in particular ways. At what point does this childlike sense of fun, wonder, and awe go away? While it does not fully vanish, there must be some point in which we realize we are not children anymore. My little stint yesterday made me feel like such a child, and it was so fun, yet now in retrospect, I think on it as something dumb and stupid, even a little embarrassing, yet charming.
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