Beach Day
You know, I wasn’t ashamed to play make-believe games then, and I’m not ashamed to play make-believe games now. You all thought you were oh-so-mature for standing on the other side and laughing at the “little boys”, but I see nothing embarassing about using one’s imagination.
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but playing make believe with little boys lacks the excitement of playing with real men.
Posted by THE bitch and THE slut at June 16, 2003 8:41 PM :: Linkowned!
haha we’re laughing at your silly antics.
but it’s cute. really. umm….
hehe, i can just picture you guys running around and jumping off the playground equipment pretending you’re the MI dudes. :) hehe
whereas the female population chose to take part in sophisticated activities such as Shark and water fights. =P
You mentioned the other day how much of our history relies around games.
Think about it. How many of those games relied on imagination? So a huge portion of our history, in truth, is our creativity - what we made it.
Sudden funky little revelation I felt inclined to post.
Posted by Ryuko at June 19, 2003 1:03 AM :: LinkPost a comment
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You know, I hope you’re not referring to me, because I am obviously the king of make-believe. ::grins::
Posted by Ryuko at June 16, 2003 7:46 PM :: Link