Yesterday, as I was walking back home with Quinn we walked through the playground area. As we wandered by, I saw a quite old asian lady climb onto the flying fox seat with much encouragement from what I assume was her young grandchild.

She saw me watching, and gave me a big grin as I walked past and when I was further on I heard her laugh excitedly as she flew down the runway. It was a mixture of embarrassment at doing something meant for children, and pure delight at doing something FUN!

When I looked back the child was running down the slope with a look of pure glee on his face, chattering in an asian language I didn’t recognise. He helped her off the seat and pushed at her to have another go. And she did, all breathless and laughing, and HAPPY.

I was really proud for her, doing something not many adults (let alone grandparents) would do for their grandchild, no matter how ridiculous she felt. It made me grin, and I was happy for them.

And it was one of those moments which reminded me to do the fun things which make me feel delightful and happy, despite my pride and fear of what anyone else may think.

So today, despite swearing to myself that I would stop such a silly practice, I am wearing different coloured shoes. Because it makes me happy to do so. :)