If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.

Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.

I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.

I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”

I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid – see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours – you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.

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I was at a bay-side park with my guy, and we saw kids frolicking in the water under the watchful eye of a lifeguard. I wanted to dip my toes in the water, but kept walking along the little boardwalk.

Then I stopped, thought Why the hell not? and zipped off my high-heel boots and peeled off my socks. I rolled up my pantlegs and, after carefully tiptoeing through the driftwood laden sand, placed my feet in the cold water.

I also petted a dog who was enjoying the water and had shyly approached me. Then I turned to my fiancé

and said, “We’re coming back on Sunday with our bathing suits, after we do the laundry.”

Moral of the story? Being a grownup doesn’t mean you have to be a boring no-fun-allowed, stick in the mud person 100% of the time. When you’re an adult, you get to define what being a grownup means to you.

So, let your inner child have some fun. Life is too short, and the only thing you’ll ever truly regret are the things you didn’t do.


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