In my younger years I naturally embraced silliness. I skipped down the street, piggybacked unexpectedly on friends, made up games and generally giggled a lot. Somewhere along the way, perhaps as I grew older, I ceased being as silly. It happened so gradually that it took for me to reflect to notice it, but nevertheless it happened. I still had my silly moments of course, but they had become fewer and further between.

 

Although some might call this a natural progression when we age I was determined to regain some of my silliness that shaped my younger years. Silliness that created spontaneity, joy and a sense of wonder. After all I had known many people older than I who had retained silliness and embraced it well into old age.

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