Sometimes you just want to feel like a little kid again. Never the kid you actually were, of course; but that idealized, free and happy child that you would be, should you retain knowledge of everything you know now.
There is no uniform more appropriate for the adult-child than that of the hippie. Colorful, dangly beads - like the costume jewelry borrowed from grandma years ago. That loose, slightly dirty feel of everything that gives the idea of play clothes - the kind specifically worn to get dirty and go on adventures.
My birthday is coming up this month.
Right now the plans are to make a rainbow cake, construct a fort in the back yard, and for all intents and purposes, just spend a night playing dress-up.
Never is the desire to feel young stronger than when you are getting older.
....rainbow cake. I can't wait.