Ever wonder what it's like outside?

You know what really makes me sad? The lack of children outside. I grew up in bumfuckk nowhere, and outside was our television. I didn't get a Nintendo until I was eleven, but even then my imagination was more fun than computerized images. Parents don't want to teach their kids sports, or spend time with them so they center the lives of their children around cable. I don't have cable, and I haven't since I moved out of my mom's house four and a half years ago. I have outside to entertain me. When I was little, my brothers and I used to play Indianna Jones and run around in the fields four hours on end. I grew up breaking bones and scraping knees. I rode bikes, still do in fact, fell down hills, wrestled with my dogs. Now I go for hikes, run for charities, wander and get lost on unfamiliar trails. I still break things and hurt myself but I know what the sun is. Just last November I tore my left ACL. After a shit ton of strength training, I can ride my bike for ten miles, and run about three. The only way to stay young is to play. What is that video game going to do for you? Help your diabetes, your obesity maybe. Now I'm not perfect. But what are you going to do when your niece and nephews or daughter/son wants to play and you get out of breath after ten minutes? Why not remind yourself what it's like to be a kid? The group of friends I hang out with call themselves The Boy Scouts. Why? We get drunk and party, just like any other set of twenty somethings. But the difference is that we still love the sun, the feeling of finishing a 5k, of wrestling with all the little monkeys our brothers and sisters have hatched in the past years. Jello shot induced freeze tag, ended up with Chaseface meeting the fence, but it was a blast. Mistress Anastasia can break just about any horse, not to mention find the right light for Car Crash Hearts Photography. Travii Troublesome has legs that can carry him for miles, and the audacity to laugh while you're struggling to catch his ass. Quebec Trauma makes a misadventure of his life and dupes hospital secuity guards..but his green thumb makes everything he touches beautiful. Michael Michael Motorcycle, well he's our driver. Anywhere we end up, he's there to supply us. Then there's me, rockymonsterr. I'm down for just about any kind of adventure..which you'll learn through all my trials and tribulations. My mom and I still wrestle, she'll be fifty this year. My dad still kicks my ass on his mountain bike. Age is no excuse. If you do anything for me, go play on the monkey bars, join a softball team, go for a hike, get lost in some poor farmer's field. Something outside, under the sun, next to the ocean, in the middle of the woods. Remember what it's like to be a kid. Play with your kids the way they want to play. It's time for today's adventure to start. So until next time sweeness, stay young.