definitely. its in my blood. My wife and I grew up on sorta the two extremes of the metro area. me close and her far. we each prefer to go further. me to the city and her to the country so we live the middle. Just close enough for me to take public trans to work downtown.
Nah, I get it. I live in the city now. But growing up, as a kid, you just have to have fun in some way or the other. The suburbs and the rural areas dreamed about those things you listed, but the more open spaces can also offer fun activities with as little as a ball or a day of rain. But you had to live in the season, I guess.
Pointier, yes, also denser. It was kind of wild, actually. Those fights always ended with someone crying, but we all did understand that anyone could be the one crying, so we didn’t mock or brag too much. The fun always surpassed the sorrow by miles.
The city guy just showed up!
definitely. its in my blood. My wife and I grew up on sorta the two extremes of the metro area. me close and her far. we each prefer to go further. me to the city and her to the country so we live the middle. Just close enough for me to take public trans to work downtown.
Nah, I get it. I live in the city now. But growing up, as a kid, you just have to have fun in some way or the other. The suburbs and the rural areas dreamed about those things you listed, but the more open spaces can also offer fun activities with as little as a ball or a day of rain. But you had to live in the season, I guess.
You guys ever just throw pinecones at each other?
Well, not exactly "pine"cones, but let’s call it the Mayan version of pinecones.
I’ve stepped barefoot on a lychee before and I don’t think I’d like having one thrown in my face
That’s the fun thing! (For a kid that just wouldn’t think about it.)
EDIT: also, these are guasima fruits, not lychees, just in case you are mixing them up.
Yeah I don’t know much about fruits. They look like they’d hurt more than lychees because they’re pointier
Pointier, yes, also denser. It was kind of wild, actually. Those fights always ended with someone crying, but we all did understand that anyone could be the one crying, so we didn’t mock or brag too much. The fun always surpassed the sorrow by miles.
Hell, even if you lived in the burbs a lot of those things are still premium priced.