When was the last time you saw a grown man finger painting? Or women blowing bubbles and walking a balance beam? All without a child in sight.
Being a grown-up has its perks. You can drink, drive (please not at the same time), buy all kinds of gadgets, clothes and toys, go on vacation, and so on. Basically you get to do whatever you want.
One night in August, I had the chance to relive the glory days of childhood play with 800 other 20-and-30-somethings at the Boston Children’s Museum. In a stroke of genius, the Children’s Museum decided to open their doors exclusively to grown-ups — for the first time ever — for one glorious summer evening. Continue reading