I took my kids out today to a farm/adventure playground with all sorts of adventures to get into. Since we came closer to closing time as opposed to opening, we were gifted a mostly empty place—which is a rarity for there.

There was one particular slide, that was dug into a giant hill, where the wait time was zero. The excitement of this fortunate circumstance had my kids running up and sliding down non-stop, which pleased me greatly because:
A – they were having a blast
B – they were burning a ton of energy doing it

However, at one point, three parents also decided they wanted to go down it as well.

It was watching their sheer joy and genuine laughter that brought a huge smile to my face. It’s cause to reflect that we can get so caught up in how serious life can be, with all its responsibilities, how easily we can forget the joy of our inner child.

Sometimes, it just takes a trip to a waterpark, a bounce on a trampoline, a seat on a roller coaster or a simple solo trip down a slide to bring it back. Hence, I told my kids to wait up… because it was daddy’s turn.