It is always a pleasure to look back on yourself through the eyes of children. This weekend my son and his friend (both 11) were on a jitney going back to our car after a festival and couldn't stand the fact that some (slightly older) girls had shown an interest in them and tried to give them flowers. Their generic comment was "I don't want to play with girls--never." Ah--what a couple of years will do.
Many years ago, I felt a bike I was passenging on was going too fast and the driver would not slow down--so I jumped off with things in my hands. Won't do that again soon! Tried to jump onto a carousel a few years later. The laws of physics paid me off for that one, too.