There is something, not genetic, but generic about kids. It's something given to every child, at birth, and I'm clinging to it.

It's that thing that makes a kid set his arm on the rolled down window of a car and roll it half way up then back down about twenty times on the way to "they don't care where".

It's that same "gene" that takes over moments later as they do that wind tunnel arm wave with that same window down.

It also makes kids laugh at flatulence.

On the cleaner side, I think kids, unknowingly, let the gene take over when mature logic just wouldn't. Like...

*The love of swimming in water just above freezing, while those losing the "gene" shutter at the thought.

*The sheer joy of being scared.

*The ability to burn every calorie off of a box of chicken nuggets, by simply fighting off a ticklefest from mom or dad.

Now, my "middle life crisis", is to find a way to hang onto "the gene".

So, I'm going to play. Laugh hard. Play tag/kickball until I need a drink of water at any temperature. Stretch so hard I shake when I wake up in the morning. Crunch candy instead of suck on it.

Who knows, I might even jump into a freezing cold swimming pool, without a toe test.

Don't pursue happiness, create it.

If your not sure how to create it, watch a kid..............doing anything.