I like getting dirty. This is a little secret of mine. I love being dirty. It is one of my favorite things. I even like getting into fresh clean sheets with dirty feet. I love the smell of dirt, mud, sweat and slime. It reminds me of being a kid and looking for tadpoles in the small ponds around my house, climbing the tallest most pitch filled evergreen I could find in my dress, and riding my bike for hours, rain or shine.
Whenever I have children, I will let them get dirty. I won’t shelter them from the pleasures of jumping in mud puddles. I won’t try to keep their noses clean. I will probably join them out on the mud field playing soccer or football.
I like being dirty. Is this a crime?