The sight of parents playing in the park. There they are. Parents watching their children have fun. Only a blink of an eye in geologic time, parents are subject to time management and soon they become distant to that fun.
See, their children haven't forgotten how to play. They revel in simplicity. And while the parent bickers on the phone about their utility bill, the kids play on. The kid still lives in the moment. While the parent chimes in once in a while and says "oh good honey".
Youth. The thing is within reach at all times. And when the hands of youth are shown the door, wrinkles start to form and we wonder how we've grown so old in so little time.
Perhaps the key to youth is to keep jumping on trampolines, put our hands up while sliding down, and forget you're a parent at all.
But what do I know... I'm just a kid.
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