It keeps hitting home with me that as we get older we quit playing and having fun. Especially compared to what we did as children. The adults I see in life seem miserable, in the big scheme of things. They take life so seriously, even when they do play. I see them rebuff the jokesters and kidders; either they don’t get the joke or harumph at the silliness. Oh, not all of them, but too many of them. I sure wish they’d join in on the fun.
