Real Quickly

I just want to say this: I played four-square today! It was a beautiful warm day, must've been in the 60's here in Philly, and I was walking around Center City on errands (love those post-call afternoons). As I walked to the supermarket, I saw a bunch of college-age kids playing four-square in this pretty park at the corner of 11th and Pine Streets, and it made me grin as I passed. I wanted to join them -- there was even a message in chalk at the entrance to the park "Philly 4-Square -- Come Join!" but I felt too old and too yuppie. I went back and forth in my head, on the way to and from the supermarket, should I, shouldn't I, would I have approached these people in college, i.e., am I really just getting more timid and boring? I hadn't made a decision by the time I passed by them again, with my groceries, but they made the decision for me. They called to me, "Come play four-square!" So I went home, put my food away, left my purse and jacket at home, and went to play an elementary school playground game with lots of made-up rules ("Okay this time, you have to say the name of a superhero as you hit the ball," e.g.) for an hour and a half in the soft spring sunshine. I came home grinning.