Warning: Adults at Play


I begin this work day as I begin all work days: enjoying my coffee and blueberry muffin, reading about all the crazy people in the news, enjoying the view from my office window and musing about what this day will unfold into.  Having survived Astoria’s last night invasion of 232 three foot tall spidermen, 178 pirates, 205 princesses (princi?) and assorted other ghosts and goblins, I’m left missing the simple joys that children are allowed and adults are denied.  Well, not denied per say – just encouraged to avoid.  Years ago I came up with the idea of adult playgrounds.  And if I’m ever rich and silly (half way there!), then I’ll make them happen.  Imagine right next to a kids playground an adult size playground.  Bigger slides, wider merry-go-rounds, waivers to sign promising not to sue if you break your arm.  I envision men in business suits taking off their coats and swinging across the monkey bars on their lunch hours.  I see women taking off their high heels and putting on their sneakers for a quick game of four-square.  The power lunch is replaced by the power nap.  Well, maybe that’s asking too much.

The thing is I don’t recall exactly what age I was told I’m not allowed to do these things anymore.  I don’t think I ever was.  I remember passing from 6th grade to 7th and we still had a “playground” but it didn’t have anything on it but suspended spherical combat poles (also known as tether-ball).   No more slides, swings or little wooden bridges.  We still had an outside place to go after lunch, just not the option of things to climb on.  But I’m willing to bet even the coolest kids in school still looked over at the other campus’ playground with the same longing I did.

Every year since, life has forced me into more and more of an expected persona.  Adults do this, kids do that and ne’er the two shall meet.  It seems rare that I see parents playing WITH their kids as opposed to supervising them playing by themselves. Now, I’m not saying we should never grow up. I’m not giving a long winded analogy about being young at heart. I’m just pointing out that the mentality that it’s not a “mature” thing to run around outside anymore was not our idea. It was an idea impressed upon us that we didn’t even notice.

Not to drag a simple concept out too far, I’ll just end with this:  I believe it’s possible to be a responsible working adult and still have the same freedom and fun as you did when you were young.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with seeing a tree and wondering what the world would look like from the top of it.  

And then finding out.

Y’all play nice,


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