Splashin' in My Puddles...

I remember, much to my surprise, sitting in a puddle in our front yard and splashing with enthusiasm. I had to have been only about four years old. I was thoroughly enjoying having water soak into my clothing and turn my skin a dirty brown. Now that I think back to that time, I wish I could splash with freedom again. Amazing how about fifteen years changes so much in one's life.

Puddles, now, are things to try to stay away from. They get your clean clothes dirty, your combed hair frizzy, and your shoes water logged. Not to mention the emotional damage those dangerous puddles cause you if you see your little brother heading towards one with speed, dexterity, and a fiendish gleam in his eye. Where you would have once laughed and probably joined him as a child, you now shy away and shout "no no no no!"

Sigh

I wish I could splash in puddles again when I am feeling down on rainy days. Unfortunately, in order to preserve my dignity and my limited wardrobe from ruin I must avoid the puddles. Though... I am sure no one would notice if I ran my car through puddles and squealed with delight. Maybe my problem isn't that I am unable to do it, I just have to change my method....