When was the last time you raced an eight-year-old and really tried? I did at Easter and I ran hard. My Grandson beat me; the next day I was feeling dormant muscles or maybe just remnants of muscles I once had. Ever tried Minecraft or any of the other video games kids play? I am terrible at them and the experience is humbling. My Grandson cannot stop laughing so I will keep trying. I have played the "animal" game with my granddaughter, a game we created that is kind of like Charades but you have to act out an animal and other players guess if you are an elephant, a flamingo, or a squid. New muscles showed up in this game too, as I tried to depict a clam, opening and closing its shell to extend its foot. Last summer I ran through the sprinkler and it was fun, kind of cold, but fun. One perfect summer day last July, we all hula-hooped. Grandpa is particularly inept. Then we tried the move (it has no name; you sit cross-legged, arms linked over legs and rock until you roll) that Grampa's mum showed him. It's harder than it sounds. When we were at the lake, I jumped from the pier with the kids and played in the lake. I have slid down the slide at the playground but I did give the monkey bars a wide berth.
I've tried some truly delectable candy-like products while the grandkids watch to laugh in glee as the sour flavour hits. This summer we're going to play ball, old-time scrub where everyone tries every position.
So that's the thing about Grandkids. If I just ran through the sprinkler at home for fun, I'd get reported. If I jumped from the pier without them for an excuse, same thing. If I rolled around on the lawn without no kids present, there would be a van pulling up and the attendants would help me into my long-armed coat with the fashionable fasteners. Grandkids are the best.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.