I will not sit by the window on a rainy summer afternoon watching the children perform the sweet rain dance of innocence, as generations have done before them and generations will do after. I will join them in that ancient dance, with all the joy of the moment, remembering the days of my youth when, not only was it was acceptable to get drenched to the skin, it was expected. A time when we ran with glee from puddle to puddle to see who could make the biggest splash. A time before the inhibitions of our adulthood diminished the exuberance of our youth.