Have you ever spent the entire night out in the city? It's surprisingly hard to find things to do. It's funny, too, because the Toronto Star had an article in it today about the city's nightlife and it had a list of things to do at 3am. One was bowling. No thanks. THere's no need to embarass myself that badly that late at night. The other was eating. Normally fantastic, unless you're full. So what do you do? You play in parks. THe city's undiscovered night life is at the parks. THat's right, you can go and rediscover your youth without getting strange looks from parents with their toddlers. You don't have to wait in line for the slide that you don't fit into anyway. You might even see a bunny scamper across the lawn! (No joke, I really saw a bunny.) Trying to recapture your youth does have some disturbing realizations, however.

1) You realize you don't have the ab muscles to pull a Superman on the swings anymore;
2) Your big bum/hips will never fit into the kiddie swing seat;
3) Your feet touch the ground when hanging from the monkey bars;
4) You're smart enough to discover that the cool tubing system that "lets you speak to other ppl across the park" doesn't really work;
5) You get nautious a billion times faster from twirling on the swings;
6) You have a billion more important things stuffed in your pockets that you're in danger of losing while you prance around a park.

Sigh, so it was a good, kinda chilly night of attempting to recapture my fleeting youth. Go Toronto Parks!