Water fight

It's amazing how your perspective on things changes as you get older. Like the relative who's super cool working at McDonald's when you're 5 but when you're 19- you don't think they or their career path is quite so cool anymore. Or take today for instance...it was Cobb County's last day of school and everyone got out early with the elementary kids to be the last released. The neighborhood moms made a plan for all the parents, middle school kids, and anyone else who wanted to join in to meet the elementary bus at the neighborhood stop and blast the kids with water balloons, water guns, even hoses as they got off the bus to kick off the start of summer. The kids loved it and spent the next hour fighting back until rain and thunder sent everyone home.
Now, if I were to pull into my driveway dressed in my work clothes, or any type of clothes for that matter, and was met by a mob of people prepared to douse me with water-frankly, I would wonder what I had done to piss them all off. I would not be excited, appreciative, or experience any modicum of joy at all. I think this experience ceases to be fun around 15 if you're a boy and 12 if you're a girl.
So is this maturity or do we just become grouchy old people? Maybe both. We are mature enough to know that wet underwear is no fun at all but too grouchy to make the best of it for a short time. But mostly- we don't have the time and energy it takes to redo our hair.