I lean forward, tightening my lips over the straw. I blow and blow. The bubbles in my soda make a neat noise as the ice hits the sides of the glass. Across the table my brother imitates me. I have to stop blowing just to laugh. I am in stitches because there is something so funny about blowing bubbles
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I think we all have ways of holding onto those childhood pleasures. I still love splashing in puddles, even though the adult side of me hates getting her shoes wet. I love wearing crazy earrings, even if some people think it's not "age appropriate". I still make up silly songs at work when I'm stressed.
I spent a long time trying to hide all that too for all the reasons you described. I wish I could tell you when the dam broke for me -- I don't know if it's age or being comfortable enough in my own skin or something else, but when you find it, you'll discover that those childlike pleasures never really left.
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