My Childhood Flashbacks

To follow up my last post, the show went great and we were sold out. From what I could tell and the feedback I personally got, was that everyone did a great job and the show was a success. Hooray for that!
This Saturday, February 7th, our Resident Life Department sponsored an event named, "Playground Games". I was planning on attending and watching everything go down, however, as soon as I showed up I found myself part of a very competitive game of kickball. I don't even know how it happened but I was nine years old again during recess, begging for people to not kick the ball in my direction. I am a reasonably confident person when it comes to intellectual, problem-solving, analyzing situations; when it comes to competitive sports, noone would want me on their team. Despite my reservations and anxiety, we ended up not keeping score and I was able to pitch (allowing me less contact with the ball during those quick-thinking plays...phew!).
After, there was a short game of "knock-out", a game I consider way too stressful, followed by an intense game of "four square" that I played for a good hour. At this point I had been there since 8:15pm and it was pushing 11:00pm so I decided to not stay for the dodgeball game that was coming up next. All I wanted was some Dunkaroos and a double popsicle. I have to also point out, my roommates and I prepared for this event by coloring Disney pictures and such earlier that day (we got in the childhood zone).
I did, however, come to the realization that it does not take much to connect to your childhood roots. It is important not to take things too seriously, that a little competition never hurt anyone, and that deep down we all possess a small piece of ourselves from a simpler, happier time when life didn't have to make sense. Anyone there could see the transformation from college age to playground age and everyone that attended had a great time.