Or ... adults and rain.
I was leaving work Monday and it was pouring out. There were a bunch of people standing in the lobby, cautiously looking out the window, but not moving. As I passed by, without a jacket (it's pretty darn warm here, after all), one of the 'adults' said warningly, "You might want to wait a bit...."
Without stopping I turned with a smile and replied, "It's only water." Then I plunged out into the rain and walked to my car. I didn't even speed up my gait. No one followed me.
And as I got into my car I thought how, as kids, we all would have plunged out into that rain with wide-smiling faces and arms all akimbo, laughing and playing and having a grand old time. But somewhere in the passage of time getting wet became icky or something. Why is it that as we grow we lose so much of the joy of childhood? We don't have to forget.
Of course, we still seem to maintain the less enjoyable aspects of childhood as we age. As these forums so often prove, we can certainly squabble and get downright nasty about the most insignificant things, as if we were still on the playground. Yeah, we've not shed that part of childhood.
Me, I'll take the rain.