Today was a fun day being a kid. I hopped in the car with John Sr. and the two youngest kids to go to an Easter egg hunt. The whole day of events were held on a baseball field at a community center not far from the coast. I’ve never seen so many happy kids and happy parents. I’m too old to be excited about face paint and balloon animals, but watching these laughing kids gave me so much joy. There was just so much life on that field!

Next to the field was an impressive skate park. There were kindergartners skating next to guys in there forties. It was so cool to watch old guys having as much fun as the young ones. Because I didn’t have a board, I sat on the bleachers with cheering section of proud wives and mothers. The only guy sitting besides me was a dude with his armed wrapped up in a sling. When I asked, he pointed to the tallest ramp and said, “I was up there last week and I fell down all the way there.” He’s lucky he only broke his arm.

It was fun seeing all these skater families. The dads still talked like pro-skaters, and the moms were pretty and still dressed hip. As a kid raised in the rural South, I never imagined this beachside life really existed. Truthfully, it wasn’t much different than the NASCAR families whose lives revolved around local racetracks where hometown boys can pretend they are big-time racers. It’s still just people doing what they love to do.