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190 - You've temporarily turned into a child -- what do you do?
I'm sure that I'd be quite upset at the start, more than likely. I've gotten well used to a lot of the advantages that come from adulthood: independence and autonomy, primarily, not to mention the particularly enjoyable pursuits made possible by having reached the age of majority.
But those losses would not long after pale in comparison to the opportunities presented by my newfound childhood.
I would run across the great lawn of my family's estate barefoot, shouting at the top of my lungs, and, if I managed to time it right, straight through the sprinklers just as they began to water the grass. I'd run to the pond that sits at the very edge of the property, roll up my trouser legs and wade into brackish water and collect a frog or two.
There are hallways in the Junior Wing of the Watchers' Academy that would be ripe for redecorating with crayons or markers or fingerpaints. Days could be enjoyed in the park, feeding birds with bits of bread or sitting on blankets, watching the world pass by. There could be trips to Bournemouth beach or even all the way to Spain for holiday to sit on the sand and build castles or such.
There could be Cadbury Flake bars and Walkers crisps and sticky toffee pudding in the middle of the week for no special reason.
There could be all the things there weren't the first time 'round.
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I'm sure that I'd be quite upset at the start, more than likely. I've gotten well used to a lot of the advantages that come from adulthood: independence and autonomy, primarily, not to mention the particularly enjoyable pursuits made possible by having reached the age of majority.
But those losses would not long after pale in comparison to the opportunities presented by my newfound childhood.
I would run across the great lawn of my family's estate barefoot, shouting at the top of my lungs, and, if I managed to time it right, straight through the sprinklers just as they began to water the grass. I'd run to the pond that sits at the very edge of the property, roll up my trouser legs and wade into brackish water and collect a frog or two.
There are hallways in the Junior Wing of the Watchers' Academy that would be ripe for redecorating with crayons or markers or fingerpaints. Days could be enjoyed in the park, feeding birds with bits of bread or sitting on blankets, watching the world pass by. There could be trips to Bournemouth beach or even all the way to Spain for holiday to sit on the sand and build castles or such.
There could be Cadbury Flake bars and Walkers crisps and sticky toffee pudding in the middle of the week for no special reason.
There could be all the things there weren't the first time 'round.
(240)
