carnival rides

All that stuff about growing up is kind of a lie. Fun was climbing through the inflated obstacle course. Fun was letting people dance in the spotlight. Fun was watching others have fun.

Now, I must return to a schedule. I like schedules. I often wish they were filled with more fun stuff.

But I did get to one of the campus art galleries yesterday. I found it enjoyable to experience the exhibit. The meaning I found in it was directing me back to high school experiences. Things I found fascinating then came back to flood my mind. My break from the present lasted not even ten minutes.

It was enough.

And then I was able to help out a the night event. Helping out is usually fun. Only when I became really hungry and tired did I want to stop. In reality, I was just looking for a break. Then it was back to the fun.

Fun. Fun. Fun.