It is a veritable playground out here, and some folk are busy on the swings, others on the see-saw, others on the slide, and still more doing all kinds of playful things that this vast playground offers up.
Then, of course, there are the bullies running around snatching at hair, pulling up pants of those doing handstands, throwing a handful of pebbles onto the handball court, swinging the swing all the way around the bar so none can reach it until three get on each other's shoulders...or there are the left-outs that stand in the corner and watch everything and either wish they could participate or wish they were elsewhere...or the Prefects who try and stop the bullies, try to include the left-outs, and award congratulations to all and sundry for their efforts.
If you're feeling like the world has lost its magic, then you got too old too soon, and didn't even step into the playground...stayed in the treacher's lounge and heard all their efforts to brand children 'just plain stupid'.
You gotta get the magic back, Susan...that playfulness, that humour, that wit you say you don't have. If you want, I'll start a tickle-fight that'll catch on and we'll all end up in giggling fits of wonder.
Hmm...I wonder where your funny bone is...hmm...I wonder what would do it...hmmm. Nope. Got nothing. I'm like a Hebrew teenager in a brothel: I have no tip for you.
I'll try later :)