Playing with my son reminds me of the magic of childhood. When you're little, anything seems possible. The bigger the imagination, the better the creation. Leftover bricks from an old gardening project are easily reworked into a road for toy cars, and a few extra clothing items are quickly thrown down on the floor to make soccer goals. There are no limitations on adventure when you're a kid. It's a freeing concept as an adult.
My son has a lot of interests, which makes it easy to find things to do. Sometimes, on foggy afternoons, we join an online art class. We draw the same pictures, compare how they're different or alike, and around the holidays, we hang our festive sketches on our kitchen cabinets. We've also built castles out of Lego bricks, forts out of blankets, and cardboard homes for his stuffed animals.
At times, I suggest games I played as a kid, like Chutes and Ladders or Uno, and movies I watched decades ago, like 'Adventures in Babysitting.' Sharing these retro experiences feels like stepping back in time and floods my mind with joyful childhood memories. The 80s and 90s really were the best.
Other times, my son teaches me new games he's learned at school. I love learning the ins and outs of his new childhood activities and sharing these moments solidifies our bond.
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