I’d give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life’s decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
~Lewis Carroll, “Solitude”
Okay, you three..who is being the stroppy one? Be honest now! You look as though you are having fun even if heads are a bit close to the ground…
They are insane little children. Not sure how they can go round and round so many times and still be able to walk straight! I get dizzy just spinning them. The man in blue, always watch out for the man in blue…
Looks like they were having fun anyway. I’m sure when they grow up, they won’t be able to ride like this anymore, either. They are enjoying it while they can. 🙂
What is it about getting older that makes it hard to ride such things anyway?
Okay, you three..who is being the stroppy one? Be honest now! You look as though you are having fun even if heads are a bit close to the ground…
They are insane little children. Not sure how they can go round and round so many times and still be able to walk straight! I get dizzy just spinning them. The man in blue, always watch out for the man in blue…
Looks like they were having fun anyway. I’m sure when they grow up, they won’t be able to ride like this anymore, either. They are enjoying it while they can. 🙂
What is it about getting older that makes it hard to ride such things anyway?
lol.
They were having fun. And so was I. 🙂