LETS GO STREAKINGGGGGG

This weekend I went off on one of my usual tangents while hanging out with Kylie and HB.
Due to the fact I don't keep an encyclopedia of my life (though if I did you can bet it would be the most comical encyclopedia EVER,) I sometimes stumble upon childhood memories suddenly that were previously forgotten.

CASE IN POINT: For some reason, when I was a wee lass of say, 2 or 3 years old, (so we're talking prime first memories here,) my favourite thing to do was run around naked in the back yard after a bath.

I still wonder whether this was my own 3-year-old idea, or if my mom set me loose one day.

NO MATTER,

So every evening after my bath, I would say to my mother CAN I RUN OUTSIDE? and she'd say "ALRIGHT FINE" and I'd go WEEEEEEE, burst out of the back door and shake my ass all over the yard.

I can't recollect exactly how long this tradition went on for, though presumably only for one summer season, as I distinctly remember post-bath-streaking coming to an end after I climbed up on top of the playhouse in our yard, and stark naked, 3 year old pot belly hangin' out, pudgy arms sticking up in the air, waved to my neighbour in the other yard and said "HIIIIIIIIII! :D"

Cue my mother grabbing me off the playhouse and carrying me inside.

What values are we instilling in our children?
God damn, those were some exhilarating times.