Another Time

I seem to remember another time, one so like today, yet brighter. Perhaps more warm and golden. More carefree, I suppose. Oh, but we're so much older now! There was a time, I remember, where all we worried about was getting a tan, and is my makeup just right, and pass me a soda? But now we have summer rainstorms rolling in and we don't have umbrellas. Sometimes, I think we're too old now. Carefree days are over and now we live in the cold, real world. Could we still, just maybe, learn to dance in the puddles?