We do not stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.

Today I was looking in my “closet” for an extra extension cord. (Yes, I am very organized). I came upon several unopened boxes. Of course curiosity got the better of me as I started clawing at the boxes. I was shocked and amazed to see so many toys that I used to play with during my childhood years. It uncovered so many memories that were covered by the sands of time. I couldn’t help myself to start playing fantasies in my head. So I was sitting there for a good twenty minutes letting my mind wander off.

Insane? Not quite. How many times are we able to relive our childhood?

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