Driving at high speed through a large puddle is the closest thing to the joy I experienced puddle jumping as a kid that I've yet to find.
I turned around and did it twice more.
My Grandpa used to call me puddle-duck as a kid, I got my parent's their money's worth out of the little red boots with the smiley face on the bottom. None of the puddles were safe when I was outside...
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