I'd forgotten how fun it was to be tickled.
I'm a bit sad. I'm getting older. I made a depressing discovery. I no longer like the taste of Oreos or Chips-a-hoy creme snackwiches. Whatever happened to the little one who clutched a teddy bear at all times and ate food that I wouldn't touch now with a barge pole, or food that glowed in the dark or sparkled or something.
Oh well. I'm growing up, and I'm glad. Just because my taste buds have matured into snack-rejecting little bastards, nothing is stopping me playing on swingsets. I am the Queen of the Playground!