You know, there’s a thought that tickled my brain the other day. Stick with me. One day, your parents put you down, and they never picked you up again. Wild, right?
Picture this: There’s a “last time” for certain things in life that totally slip past ya unnoticed. Maybe it was when you were… let’s say, three or four? (Unless you were a particularly large child—like, big enough to wrestle bears or something). Your folks carried you around like royalty on their shoulders, through a world much larger than your tiny self. But then, poof! One day, you’re plopped down for good, and you just… walk.
Reflect on this, next time you grumble about never-ending walks or running errands. In childhood, those same activities were basically airborne adventures! There could even be a record out there somewhere—a Discrete Child Carrying Event Log—or maybe not, but it’s fun to imagine, isn’t it?
So, in the spirit of spontaneity, maybe next time try picking up someone who’d least expect it (go easy if they’re over thirty though) and see what happens! Lug a bigger pal through a park or give your little cousin a whirl. They may never forget the joy of being lifted high, and you’ll embrace that surge of nostalgic exhilaration once more. Just don’t drop anybody, okay? That might sting.