My grandson has been staying the week, and to give him some variety aside from playing board games and swimming with Grandma, I took him to a drop-in Play in the Park program run by Parks 'n Rec. When I picked him up afterward, he reported he'd played soccer for about three hours with the other kids and had loved it.
As we were walking home, though, he said something rather startling. He said, "I learned I was human." Wait, what? When I asked him what he meant, he explained, "When I was playing, my eyes were on the game. But when I came back into myself, I noticed I was tired and sweaty and thirsty."
And that, dear readers, is the best description of flow I can think of.
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