I remember the exact moment I had the epiphany. I was in the park with my boys, and they were climbing this great big old tree with perfect, wide curving branches. I remarked, "I used to love to climb trees, you know."
My oldest son said, "Well, why don't you anymore?"
I thought for a second. He's right. Just because I'm an adult, that doesn't mean I should stop doing the things I love to do. So I hopped right up in the branches and climbed way above my boys (not that I'm bragging, or anything). I started being a bit obnoxious, yelling, "Wow. What a great view up here! Look how high up I am." My sons probably regretted encouraging me at all. But I loved it.
Yesterday the boys and I were playing at a creek. The boys walked in the creek and threw sticks and rocks in the water. We all practiced walking along fallen logs, which I especially love.
I've also started playing at the playground. I think, 'Why sit on the bench and watch when I can be part of the fun?'
So I swing on the swings and climb on the climbers. Once I was standing at the top of a climbing structure when an adult walked by with his dog. He called to me, "It's hard to tell who are the kids and who is the adult!"