You used to think there was nothing worse than being dragged on a walk with your parents on a Sunday afternoon.

“What’s the point in walking?” you would cry. “There’s no point to it. You’re just walking around in a big circle.”

You’d kick, scream, sulk all the way, splashing in as many puddles as you could just to make your parents’ car muddy on the way home.

Now, you hate to admit it, but they were right. Walking is kind of fun. You now find yourself saying to your boyfriend, “Maybe we should go on a hike this weekend?”

What would your 12-year-old self say now?