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My new heroes are these two tween girls who don't know I'm alive. I don't think they know any adults are alive, actually. I see them almost every day when I walk down the sidewalk. They have a "cousins" kind of vibe to them. Whenever I see them, the girls are shrieking with delight as one pushes the other down the sidewalk in this old, crooked, busted-looking wheeled office chair. They get to the end of the block and the riding one leaps off to push as the other sits down. Then, it all starts again -- the pushing, the rolling, the crazy cock-eyed path of the chair as it bumps over sidewalk cracks.

Okay, I admit, the first time these girls were roller-coaster-shrieking across my path I suffered a fit of motherly indignation. What if they ran into someone? What if the chair rolled into the street? Didn't they have homework to do? Then a particularly raucous trill of laughter refocused my attention: these kids were having fun. Serious fun. For hours -- and they really seem to do this every day -- and with nothing more than an old office chair. It doesn't have Justin Bieber's face on it (I don't know, is that even what girls that age like?). It doesn't have any buttons or screens. It barely has wheels. But these girls make it so fun I sometimes wish I could hop on for a crazy, wobbly, stare-inducing, super-fun ride myself.

What's boring you? Making dinner? Paying bills? Waiting in line at the grocery store? Could a slight change in perspective make these things less like desk chairs, and more like roller coasters?

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