We went to New Orleans for my brother's 30th birthday. The plan, as is common for many 30th birthdays in New Orleans, was to engage in drunken debauchery in the French Quarter, and we did that. But, on this particular day-- a beautiful, warm, sunny day-- we rented bikes and rode to City Park, where we threw a frisbee around, climbed trees, went off the beaten path, and... napped.We spent the weekend celebrating our lives as adults. But, that afternoon in City Park, we also returned to our childhoods and celebrated what we used to do as kids.