My weekend as a 6 year old.

Saturday I went to my friend H's house. Her husband was going to teach me to skateboard. I never learned as a kid and really wanted to try it out. All the kids were there and very supportive of this 35 year old learning a new trick.

I will explain this all briefly. It took me a few tries to get going but I did not fall or break any bones. I do have a nice bruise on my ankle when I ran the board into me. I rolled slowly down the street one way, turned around and rolled slowly back. I could only use one board because I have terrible balance and the other boards had trucks that were too loose and I would fall off. After an hour of back and forth I finally gave up. I was getting tired and needed a break. And it was also getting dark. So really, it was all uneventful and nothing truly embarrassing happened.

The next day, Sunday, I went to the Milwaukee Water and Air show on lake Michigan. I spent the day with my parents, my dad's friend and his daughter. My brother was supposed to meet us down there but bailed. So it was the four of us and one child. (I wonder if people thought she was my kid and her father my boyfriend/husband).

The traffic was crazy and I was glad I was not driving as it took forever to park and my father does not follow direction well. After shelling out $20 to park in the grass we made our way to the beach to settle in and watch the show.

It started before we even found seats. I was walking along with my head up and not paying attention to where I was going. Needless to say I ran into a few people and almost gone run over by a bicyclist. Good thing it did not take long to find seat or I might not have come back in one piece.

We found seat and right away the kid wants to go play at the beach, so I walk down there with her and watch for a while as she plays in the waves. I get bored since I really wanted to watch the air show not the water show.

We get back to our seats and the main show begins. Each time a new trick, stunt or fly by was done I was giddy. I got goosebumps and would scream or jump up and down. Again, I am 35! Who acts like this at this age? So for the next five hours as a bake in the warm sun I continue to act like a six year old. Some of my favorite parts were the acrobatics done by the teams, the unexpected fly bys, and the noise from the stealth jets.

When it was over, I was so disappointed I wanted to cry. I didn't but that was because we lost the car. After walking by it twice we found it and waited in traffic again just to get back home.

All in all this was one great weekend. As a six year old in a 35 year old body.