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Kids are the best. They do not have insecurities serious enough to make everyone around them uncomfortable and all they want to do is have fun and laugh like idiots. Just by being themselves, they lighten up everyone's mood.

But of course, there are really un-fun kids too. The kind who sulk and drag their feet around. The kind who have a permanent expression of disgust on their faces as if someone threw their Bernie the Dinosaur plush toy into the drain after defacing it with a neon pink marker.

Luckily, the kids we met today at Vivocity's playground were the fun ones. They somehow coaxed me into staying on the twirly-whirly-pukey thing and rolling down the artificial hill into a puddle of water. I sure as hell hope it was water and not the product of some overly-anxious kid with poor bladder control.

I had to hide from the overactive little girl who chased me around the playground because I wanted a break from all the twirling and puking but she wouldn't let me. God, playing hide and seek with that menacing little devil got my heart pumping harder than any computer game managed to.

Then there was that boy who would give me a little jab in my lower back before getting the hell out of there. FACE ME LIKE A MAN DAMMIT! There was also this girl who has the raspiest voice ever. It was like Courtney Love in a little Chinese girl's body. If I wanted to form a female-fronted rock group, I would have signed her on the spot. She has the voice and that "I am the damn Queen around here" attitude. And the laughter, oh God, the laughter. It will forever haunt me in my sleep.

Trust me, go to the playground if you need to unwind a little. Cheaper and more fun than clubbing. No smell of tobacco on your jeans either.