Scooter

Danielle is doing a two-week gymnastics day camp at Chelsea Piers in Manhattan. This is the first time she’s ever had to get on a bus by herself to go to something like this. She has to meet the bus about 6 blocks away at 7:40 am. Thankfully she loves the camp, otherwise getting her ready in the morning could be a real chore.

She asked if she could ride her scooter to the bus. She can’t take the scooter, so that would mean that I’d need to bring it back home.

I think I’ve mentioned before how much Danielle rides her scooter and how perfect a scooter is in Brooklyn. Her old one broke so we upgraded her to the Razor A5. This is a great city scooter. Big wheels to eat up the bumps in the sidewalks, tall enough for adults. It flies. It’s all about the big wheels.

I, of course, indulge my daughter and let her take the scooter to the bus. Which leaves me with a decision. As a mature adult, do I:

1. Walk the scooter home.
2. Ride the scooter home.

This really wasn’t even a thought for me. Of course I rode the scooter home. It’s a nice scooter, it’s faster than walking, there’s no real decision to make.

Yet apparently most grown-ups would go with (1). What’s up with that? Have we forgotten what fun is?

Embrace your inner 7 year old…