When did I stop jumping in puddles?

One day, walking home alone, I was in my head feeling sad. Then I stopped when I saw a child jumping around in a puddle, they were smiling widely. I paused, when did I stop jumping in puddles?

I admire children, they tend to make fun out of anything in front of them, being present in the moment is something they are masters of.

In the picture here I am recalling my childhood, from the jacket I worn to the blue wellingtons with white stars. Looking back at one of my happy moments and maybe, just maybe it will get me jumping in puddles again.