MEL’S MUSINGS

I remember when I used to go to the mall with my friends.  We’d shop, eat,  check out the cute guys.  You know, that type of thing.  I never thought that, a mere 12 years later, I’d be going to the mall to hop around like a deranged monkey on some colored lights.  My local mall has a small platform where children (and children at heart) can play.  There are virtual bubbles to stomp on and pop, a virtual soccer game, a virtual race car game…basically, it’s a nerd-child’s every dream.

One day last week, I watched Mo play around on this platform for a few minutes, then she asked me to join her.  “Is she crazy?” I thought to myself, “Is it dignified to pop fake bubbles?”  I decided to find out.  I put down my iced tea and took the first leap.  Then I took another.  And another.

I didn’t care how I looked at that moment.  I was having fun with my daughter, and that’s all that counts.  Those “cool” kids couldn’t help but stare at me as they walked by.  I just smiled to myself and thought, “No wonder teenagers are always so miserable and griping.  They don’t know how to have fun.”

I’m proud to announce that I won the virtual soccer game.