Oh really. I can go back and play Pop Warner football, or little league baseball, or play in the school band, etc? And the worse thing is, even some of the things I could do aren't the same as they are when you are a child. Sure I can go play slo pitch softball now with the guys from the office, but that isn't the same as it is for a kid playing little league baseball when he can devot his whole being to it and dream of being the next Mickey Mantle or Willie Mays, its a bunch of old guys with creaky knees and beer guts goofing off. The magic that accompanies the activities for a child is gone as an adult, the dreaming of what could be when life is still largely unlived and all possibilities are all still wide open.
I understand. No matter what I'll never be a cheerleader or a star on the high school volleyball team like I wanted. I'll never remember the magic of my "first date", or prom or other typical teenage/childhood things. That magic of not really worrying about anything but homework, finals, and the cute boy in math class. It is a loss I've had to grieve over for years now. But in that grief, I've also learned there are things that I can do with a childish perspective. When I play sports, I do play with everything I have. I cheer my team mates like a little girl screaming and yelling. I've found my encouragement actually is infectious and before you know it, the whole team is playing like a bunch of kids. It's rather funny. Then we celebrate with a slushy at Sonic...just like when we were kids. Granted, we are slower and have a few more aches and pains, but it's the attitude with which you play, not necessarily the young muscles.Christmas is huge in our family. Not so much the presents, but the getting together and playing games, tasting treats, licking the bowls, snuggling next to the fireplace and reading a story. Drinking hot cocoa with huge marshmallows on top and dipping a cookie in it. Family is what's important in our holidays. I hope to pass that down to my children someday.I think we can do what we've always wanted to do, it's just up to us how far we're going to take it. When you meet an elderly person that has lived an amazing life, is it really WHAT that person has accomplished that makes him/her so attractive? Or is it the attitude they lived their life with? That ornery vibrant twinkle in their eye? My great-grandmother is like that. The woman is 97 years young...the orneriest, silliest, funniest person in my family. She acts more like a kid than most of her great and great-great grandkids. 
Andi - hoping to be an ornery, vibrant, twinkle-eyed person for the next 65 years. 