Recapturing my inner child.

Over the last 3 years or so I've begun to envy those that can hold on to aspects of their childhood without being ashamed, i.e. I have one friend who really enjoys the sound styling of Rock-A-Pella, another who enjoys the Goofy movie, and yet another with a seemingly insatiable appetite for robots. I however, sometime struggle to lubricate these arthritic joints with youthful exuberance. Ever since I realized I was slipping into a melancholy adulthood I've been in search of the things that for a brief moment send childhood mirth pulsing through my veins. The following is a list of what I've come up with so far:

• A good bike ride. When was the last time you've tried to pop a wheelie on your old huffy, stand on the frame of your bike while its rolling, give someone a ride on your pegs, or simply jump that curb that curves up at the end of your driveway to catch some wicked air.
• A good movie, long since forgotten. The one I'm thinking of is "Honey I Shrunk the Kids," it was good way to revisit a time when I could shamelessly laugh in public at a good French class joke.
• Watching kids play make believe. My room-mate actually brought this my attention, as a girl and two boys entered into a make believe hide-out in the form of some bare bushes behind University mall. And more recently, yesterday, I caught my nephew having a ninja fight/dance across the kitchen.
• Flying a kite. Bar-none one of the cooler portions of childhood was getting a kite to soar to the end of the 500 ft spool of string, and not far behind in coolness, is running as fast as you can in a futile attempt to keep your hawk kite in the air.
  
• A good rail slide. Suit pants are the best for a back side joy slide down the stair-rails at the south end of campus.
  

This is what I have so far, its by no means exhaustive; I invite anyone to comment on what puts the spring back into their step.