As far as children are concerned, adults belong to another species entirely, possessed with this crazy idea that that children will grow up and become like them. Adults are boring and do boring things; children passionately prefer their own world, the world of play.
Do you remember games you played when you were a child? I looked forward to recess so much that I couldn’t sit still for those awful last ten minutes in class, wriggling in my seat and going mad with anticipation. The need to run and jump, getting every muscle into motion, made me feel like I was going to explode.