Miles Metcalfe :: Blog :: Are we having fun, yet?

I spent a fair bit of the Easter break with my various nieces. This involved a lot of running around and playing. And a lot of this play wouldn't be what I'd naturally choose. This isn't to say that offering advice and support on colouring in pictures of princesses, or playing the part of a magician's assistant weren't fun. They were. Exhausting, to be sure, but fun.

It never does to analyse fun too deeply - because it rapidly stops being fun if you do. Part of the fun of the kind of fun I'm talking about is the sheer unexamined enthusiasm that children have. It's unlubricated, unapologetic, and, though fraught with the same status-consciousness of adult play, it is somehow more disarming for its naive sense of justice in the absence of anxieties refined over years of living.