WE DO NOT STOP PLAYING BECAUSE
WE GROW OLD;
WE GROW OLD BECAUSE WE STOP PLAYING.
(Ben Franklin)
I just got back from spending some time with my nephew, B, and my niece, T, and boy, did we play! We played and played and played. I'm not sure who had more fun, them or my husband or me. Okay, it was me (although my husband might disagree.)
When I play with the kids, I really play. I run around. I blow bubbles. I play board games and I play with cars and dolls. I go to story time at the library where we make crafts and pick out books and we read, read, read. The couch becomes a pool and whales swim beneath the playground bridge. Sometimes, we are robots or monsters or horses or babies and yet, I am more myself when I play than I am at pretty much any other time. Except for when I'm writing.
Now go play!
(But watch out for that sea monster throw pillow. Hurry! Jump to the armchair... Whew! You made it.)
Children do, indeed, keep us young. Glad you had a good time sharing imagination. Have a great week.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sally! I hope you have a great week, too.
ReplyDeleteGreat quote! It is true. I love playing with my grandbabies AND, I look younger now than I did when I was rearing their mothers! Go figure!
ReplyDeleteSee now, Linda, that's an added bonus - feeling AND looking younger! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post, Madeline. I definitely "play" in my writing; it's a huge outlet in my life.
ReplyDeleteI think I need to "play" more in my writing. The story I did for July's Camp NaNo definitely had more wild/weird aspects to it than I usually write - and it was fun! Something I really need to keep in mind - it doesn't have to be all serious, all the time.
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