Braveview: Innocent laughter brings joy to a jaded heart
By Amanda Hickey
Every once in a while, a person needs to let loose and just, well, be a kid.
It isn’t every day that a person gets to wear a crown made out of balloons, or carry around a balloon flower. On the rare occasion that there is a legitimate opportunity to carry around something made out of a balloon, take it.
On Pembroke Day, I sat in my normal attire — jeans and a t-shirt – with one additional item: a pink and red balloon crown. While I sat there, laughing about how inevitably stupid I looked, one thing came to mind: it had been a long time since I laughed about something as innocent as a balloon crown.
It seems that the older I get, the more it takes to make me laugh. Jokes that used to make me curl over with laughter barely make me grin. The days when I could laugh about anything and everything are done.
On Pembroke Day, however, nothing could make me stop laughing. Then I had an idea. Why not get in the dunking booth?
It took me a while to convince someone to find out if I could. When he returned with the answer, I laughed even harder.
I was going to voluntarily have people throw balls with the purpose of making me fall into a big pool of water.
Each time someone would come up to throw, I would laugh. It was ridiculous. Who in their right mind would voluntarily do this — especially if they are not involved in the organization raising money?
I laughed as I splashed my friends who dunked me. I laughed as people walked by shaking their heads. I laughed, incessantly.
Almost an hour later, it may have been less but it certainly felt like an hour, I was cold and I was drenched but I was still laughing.
I laughed all day and into the night. I felt like a kid again. That was a day I will still be laughing at when I look at the pictures years from now.