They seem to know I’m up for animated roughhousing and, somehow their owners (my sister in particular) are certain I am to blame for getting the dogs to a state of noncompliance. Once my “kid-at –heart high school principal colleague also joined me! (Go Susan!) Several weeks ago as I walked back from my grandson’s bus stop with a mom and her preschool age daughter, the child whispered into her mother’s ear and asked if she could invite me to their house for a play-date. It’s the same with dogs. In my mid forties one of the 8 year-old boys in the neighborhood rang my doorbell and asked if I wanted to ride bikes! As principal of the best ever elementary school, I would be sure to check (several times) if the sleigh riding was safe for the kids by trying out the sleds on the playground hill. Young children and pets inspire my playfulness and somehow, they sense that in me. I exist for the state of playing whatever the game may be.
I’m so focused on whatever I’m playing, I think of little else. It is as if I’m in a meditative state of being. Immersed in play, I feel free and light and without care or worry. It’s the time when I feel I’m most alive and vibrant. Again, without hesitation, I embraced the intent. In my latter years, someone told me I was child-like. Too many of my friends were too much in a rush to “grow up” and, whatever that meant, to me it clearly lacked the notion of play and fun and energetic satisfaction. Somewhere along my boy to adult years I acquired the nickname, Peter Pan. I love to play! Always have and hopefully, always will.
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