I remember distinctly the day my mother told me I was too old to do handstands... I was twelve... I felt crushed... Devastated... It was like I had grown up overnight without any warning... If only I had been warned in advance... A date set... I could have filled my quota of handstands, climbed more trees and swung on more swings... But one day it was acceptable and the next day not... An obedient child always, I listened to my mother...
I have now reached the 'fuckit' age... I really really don't care what people think so have recently had a ball...
I've climbed trees...
I've swung on swings...
I've done a handstand or two...
I've run through golf course sprinklers under the stars...
I've splashed and sploshed in every puddle for years...
In other words, I've had fun...