Unpopular opinion: Our inner child doesn’t grow up, we unconsciously ground them when we get older.
Emgo316 once said: “You don’t stop playing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop playing.”
When he turned 30, my oldest brother complained that no one gave him toys anymore. And so I started giving him, and my other older brother, and my parents, toys for birthdays. Soon, we were all doing it.
I encouraged my mother to dig my brothers’ teddy bears out of the attic (I never gave mine up; it went to college with me). When each turned 50, she gave them their old teddy bear. I have pictures of them with huge smiles on their faces, holding their old teddy bears.
When my father turned 70, my mom and I gave him a “vintage” (anniversary edition) Slinky, a miniature Radio Flyer red wagon, a bag of marbles, Silly Putty, and a couple of balsa wood airplane kits, and he loved them.
You are never too old to play. If for some reason you stopped, you can start again. If you never did, you can start now. Go! Have fun! Do what makes you happy!
Too many rich people buying medieval castles and then renovating the interior to look like a completely normal 21st century house. Sorry but if you’re going to live in a castle you need to commit to the bit. If I lived in a castle I would restore it just enough to be barely liveable and pretend I was a poor but prideful nobleman in his crumbling estate, still clinging to the last vestiges of his family’s fading name.
here’s a picture of a baby cedar waxwing begging for food from a robin. neither of these species are nest parasites, so it’s not possible the cedar waxwing was ‘adopted’. this is essentially the bird version of tapping a random person on the shoulder at the grocery store and going “MOM”
I love that the robin’s body language is basically WHAT THE FUCK WHOSE KID IS THIS
Robin is bathing which make’s it even funnier. More like the equivalent of a strange kid barging in while you’re taking a shower and demanding you make them mac n cheese right now
