I've recently found a song called "We Are Young" by Fun. Admittedly, I found it because I was looking through Glee songs and I fell in love with that version of it. I'm a bit gay for Glee though, as I LOVE musical theatre and show choirs. But anyway, that really had nothing to do with what I'm planning on writing about; it just has "young" in the title and that's the only reason it can be classed as slightly appropriate!
A few weeks ago I went to a rugby match with my Dad. To set the scene of this rugby match, you have to understand that my Dad once played rugby but due to health reasons he had to stop before he was 30. He was still a member and supporter of his club though and many people his age still play[ed]. Then, my Dad had children... clearly, and my two brothers started playing rugby. Now they both play for the rugby team that my Dad used to play for and we still go to watch sometimes. Just like my Dad, all the other players his age had kids too who are all similar ages to me and my brothers and some of those lads are playing at the same rugby club as their fathers. But now, soem of those guys and girls have started having children too! So there are 3 generations at the rugby club, sometimes with 2 of them still playing rugby and positive that the yougest generation of boys will be playing at the club in 15 years time!
I found it nice how my Dad was there with some of his old mates, and I was there with friends of my brothers and mine, with some of their kids running around and having fun. It made me smile, the family oriented life and the joy the children bought just gave happiness to us all.
A lad who is my age (who wasn't playing because he was injured) was surrounded by a group of little boys who were trying to play with him and ended up trying to torture him. I found it highly amusing but it was cute, and it was exactly what we used to do when we were young.
When they weren't 'bullying' him, they were running around play fighting, playing with the equipment and toys they has brought with him.The best thing about it was that these little boys didn't even know each other. One boy literally went up to another and said, "what's your name?". The other little boy replied and he said, "I'm *his name*, can we be friends?" The other boy nodded and immediately started running away laughing in order to get the first boy (who had a toy gun) to chase him so they could start playing. It was adorable.
I just loved how easy it was for the children to make friends. They had no issues, they didn't care who or what the other children were or whether they had any differences. All they wanted was to be friends and to have a good time.
You always here people saying "those were the days" and "oh to be young again". Young and careless, young and free. But it's so true! Sometimes I wish I was little again. When I was little, my best friends were all of my cousins, we were just one big group and other kids used to come to us because we were the core of any activities and groups. We had the time of our lives and didn't have to worry about anything at all.
I occasionally used to think about how excited I was about life, I looked forward to the future, I knew my life was and is going to be amazing. The future was such an exciting prospect. But I also knew and thought most of the time, even when I thought how exciting the future would be, that I loved my life, and I always wanted it to be this simple and easy and fun. I never wanted to grow up.
I guess I'm growing up now though. But I know that I still have a child inside me. My toy Tiggers and dog that sleep in my bed show that. I know that I still want to "play", and I still get the giggles and get distracted when I'm not focused and my mind flies from one topic to another, even when someone is trying to get me to concentrate on them.
My father is still a child at heart, along with some of those big, old rugby players that are still playing rugby. They still have time to be Cowboys or Indians and get shot by a toy gun by their grandchildren. They still have time to laugh uncontrollably at something daft that they or their child or grandchild did. They still have time to feel and be young. There is always still time to have fun.
I wish for you to still feel young, and for the child within you to still come out to play sometimes, whether you're 9 or 90. There is still always time.
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