... but I went down to the basement the other day (by the way, is there any other way but to go DOWN to a basement? isn't that a redundant statement I made?), and ...
I heard running wild banshees going crazy on the level above me.
They were running and laughing and having fun.
Some people would yell STOP IT. Believe me, I have my days when I can't handle the noise. I am no saint, friends.
But usually it just makes me smile. It's like music to my ears. It's all I ever wanted to hear when I was stuck in a cubicle working in my late 20s and dreaming of having kids and being at home with them all the time.