So, at the boat show we got scooters. Human-powered, like the ones you had as a kid. This afternoon, we went out in the sunshine and kicked our way up the marina driveway and then glided back down ... crisp autumn air, crunchy leaves underfoot, getting a little out of breath and wind blowing my hair back ... no plan and no destination, just the feel of being outdoors and moving. So here's the quote I can't get out of my head: "You don't stop playing because you've grown old. You grow old because you stop playing."
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