I’m walking to Grand Central Bakery for a Latte. It’s raining. 
It’s been raining all morning. I’m wearing my cute, sexy, warm, waterproof Sorel boots.
As I’m walking down Broadway, I STOMP in a puddle – just a one-footed stomp – and it feels very child-like (in a good way).
So now I’m looking for more puddles. I kick the water in one. I do a 2-footed jump into another – barely avoiding splashing the UPS carrier as she rolls her hand truck across the sidewalk. I don’t look to see her reaction.
I get to thinking about these kid-like behaviors that are joyous and relatively harmless. I wonder if I got “trained” out of such things as puddle-stomping, or maybe I simply outgrew such silliness. And then, 50 years later, I’m compelled to stomp. Ah, the joy and satisfaction of it!
I wonder for a moment (and only a moment) if I look ridiculous to the people in the cars passing by. Then I realize I don’t care.
yes, I do these kind a things regularly, and it feels great. I tried to do a leg lift the other day onto a bar at the park. I was so proud that I got my leg up there and could still do it. It only took a half hour to get my leg back down, but it was worth it. 🙂
Linda: It’s great to see you still have a fabulous sense of humor. I can still hear your laugh! Thanks for reading!
Helen