The Free Dictionary says that immaturity is “evidencing lack of experience of life, or the state of not being ripe”.
How dare they! I have plenty of life experience and some might say I am fast approaching the age of “ripeness”.
For Pete’s sake, I don’t laugh when someone dies, take my clothes off in public, or dance on the table when visiting a library, but….
….It’s impossible to make too many funny faces for my grandchildren, and I’ve ever laughed too much. I still love to fold paper, and tickle the feet of my unsuspecting victims.
There’s a precious, and immature, little girl in me. I call this pony-tailed wonder “Little One”, I don’t “play” without her.
Life is short, please have some fun! Don’t be afraid to be “immature”, remember that little child in you is creative, funny, joyful, forgiving, filled with energy, and a buried treasure for each and every mature adult.
FIRST ONE TO THE TREE HOUSE WINS!