I'm 25 this year, a quarter of a century old. Yet the past 2 nights saw Daniel and myself blowing bubbles out the balcony since we couldn't blow it inside the house as the cat would probably die from poisonous-soapy-water-licking even though she'll definitely get a blast from trying to catch them little soapy spheres.I used to collect different bottles of bubbles when I was a kid, and when Daniel got a bottle from his mates [Ultraman bottle!], he excitedly burst into my room 2 nights in a row with a "You wanna blow some bubbles?!" and I'll be all "Alright! Let's go!" and we'll dash into the balcony and take turns doing so and trying to blow them through our neighbors' windows. We crack ourselves up sometimes.