Sunny Nunney with Gregg Nunney

Fireworks transport Gregg back to his childhood
Fireworks transport Gregg back to his childhood

You know what I miss? Childlike innocence.

There’s a point in our lives when we suddenly stop getting caught up in our own imaginations and start to think about things logically – and I would absolutely love it if we didn’t have to.

A number of incidents happened at the weekend that left me pining for a simpler time when life hadn’t been influenced by, well, life!

I saw a young lad absolutely captivated by a set of sliding automatic doors.

He walked up to them a couple of times and smirked as they opened, then he took a run-up to see if he could trick them and finally, in wide-eyed wonder, he called his father to show him the ‘magic’ doors.

It was like the moment that Harry Potter first walks in to Hogwarts.

Five minutes later, a second youngster had discovered a balloon and had suddenly created a whole outer-space scenario where the balloon was a fleet of attacking spaceships and he was the hero fighter defending the universe.

All he was doing was kicking the balloon around, but for those few minutes he genuinely believed he was Han Solo!

Sometimes, life takes over. We get caught up in paying bills, working on our relationships and struggling with our jobs that we forget that there was a time where we too were like those young lads.

There is one night a year, however, where I do find myself regressing and luckily for me it was Saturday of last week.

It doesn’t matter how old I get, how far technology progresses or how much of the world I’ve seen, stick me in a field on a cold November evening with a sky full of fireworks and I’m the happiest man alive.

I was at Hall Park in Rushden for the annual display last weekend and, as with every other year, it completely amazed me.

Roll on New Year’s Eve, I say – it’s as good an excuse as any to have some more!