44) Back to basics.

I've been feeling quite complacent these holidays. Having little to no fun. Tonight really got me thinking about my younger years. When I used to love going to the restaurant with my parents. Watching them cook food. Putting a bunch of odd looking liquids with other ingredients to make something great. it was a really quiet night. Most of the customers had stopped coming in around 7pm. So that meant that there was little for me to do. But tonight, I went out the back to the car park. Playing street soccer with the youngsters. I hadn't had this much pointless fun in ages. It's funny how such a simple activity can be so enjoyable.

When I was little, to pass time these are the kinda things we would do while waiting for my parents to finish work. We'd come up with the weirdest games. i also soon realised the dangers of running on concrete. The limits of how high we could kick the ball so it wouldn't go on the roof. How to get the balls if the went all the way over. I remember one time ninja-ing my way through the nissan dealer to get a ball. I had booted my brothers ball all the way over the roof. So I had a look around. Scoped out a few vantage points and chose the best one I could. Climbing a few stacked up oil drums I scaled the fence and climbed over, landing on car display rails. Walking down them. Keeping my head low to avoid security cameras. I grabbed the ball. threw it over and went back the way I came, climbing up the rails over the fence and jumping down the oil drums. I still remember the feelings of accomplishment and pride as all my younger cousins smiled at me and their awe in the way I did it.

How simple life was back in those days. Not a care in the world. I always wish I could remember what it was like to be a baby. To just sit back and relax as people did everything for me. They got it pretty good. Meh, we all gotta grow up. But once in a while it's nice to just get back to your roots. back to where it all started. Back to basics.