Being a kid all over again.

I don’t think I ever really stopped being a kid. There are a few things I always held on to: the covered slide, Disney movies, fruit snacks.

Ok, who am I kidding… there are about 20875691346 things I never let go of to become an adult.

Anyway, having a kid is a 24/7 excuse to live like a kid again (and not seem like a creep). Now I can go to a park and use more than just the swings. I can go on the water slide in the hotel pool… over and over, not just once to ‘make sure it’s safe’ for the kids.

Finger painting, for example. I haven’t done that since… I was a camp counselor for 3-year-olds a decade ago. Ok, fine.

But with Koala, it’s just more fun.





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