I remember playing in mud as a child, feeling the squishy, wet thickness between my toes and fingers. It was oddly soothing to dig one's toes into it. How things change as we get older, how much time we spend avoiding the silly things we did as children, the things that brought us so much simple joy. I would like to climb a tree again, run through sprinklers, splash in puddles, pile up leaves only to mess them by jumping in and running through them. I would like to be as unbound now, as I was when I was little, before life started making other plans for me.