There are certain things in life…certain smells, sounds, experiences…that transport you instantly back to childhood. The smell of play-doh. The taste of certain foods. A brand new, never used crayon. The smell of pool chlorine. The new plastic smell of a doll or Barbie.
I remember, a few years ago, experiencing this phenomenon when Toby and I earned a free Caribbean cruise. We were seated one evening, as we waited for one of the night-time shows to begin, when hundreds of balloons were suddenly released from the ceiling. It was unexpected and in an instant this crowd of well dressed men and women all became 9 years old again. Men in tuxedos and women in gowns rose to their feet to hit the balloons and participate in an epic game of “don’t let the balloons touch the ground.” It was magical and delightful and left a lasting impression on me.
Bubbles are another one of those “childhood time machines.” It matters not whether you are 8 or 80, there is nothing more delightful than chasing bubbles on a warm spring day.
On Wednesday we took a break from our co-op lessons to head outside and enjoy some bubbly fun
(and let the second graders run off some energy.) 😉
Bubbles just make you happy.
Because, let’s be honest…
“There is no angry way to say bubbles” 🙂
Now, go outside and blow some bubbles!