When I was young, I tested the magnitude of a fun experience with this question:
“Would I live my entire life again just to relive that fun moment?”

• My 5th birthday party, the one with the doll cake?  Yes.
  
• Spraying a fire hose when the fire department visited summer camp?   No, not quite fun enough.
  
• Riding a paddle boat with my cousins?  Absolutely.
  
  

But one day in 1993, I got finger paint all over my friend and her house. Her mother got so mad and I was so punished that I never wanted to live it over, not even for the funnest thing imaginable.


fun still lives.
but it's time to go home.