As we grow we seem to lose the ability to truly have fun. There is something that always seems to stop us. Specially as we creep over the hump of the 20s and 30s and start to turn around to face the inevitable sunset. Where is that wave that takes us over so completely that all we can say is that we had unadulterated fun?
She is like that, generally on the beaches. Something about the sand and the massive howls of water.