It’s ok to be a kid again

Whenever I eat one of those popsicles with the corny jokes printed on the stick, I feel like a kid again. Just the other day I had one that asked why the elephant couldn’t use the computer. The answer: he was afraid of the mouse.

The jokes are silly, but they always make me smile. Funny how the simple things in life take us to more innocent times. Like the times that we were kids and we could walk around the neighborhood, wasting endless hours by picking up sticks and kicking rocks. Whatever we could see was our playground.

The world seems so big when we are small. Everything feels interesting. We don’t care where our kid friends came from or how much money have. We were happy to make new friends is all.

It reminds me of Scout and Jem, the childhood siblings in To Kill A Mockingbird. Before their father Atticus created a firestorm for defending a black man accused of rape in a racially divided Southern town, Jem and Scout were just kids.

When do we start being adults? It happens at different points to all of us. Some are not fully there yet, and others are pushed to growing up before they have a chance to decide on their own. Teens are taking care of parents. Neighbors are busy getting along with their self-interests they don’t have time to get along with others.