I don’t know if I ever understoud what FUN is.
I can go swimming in a crisp river, or clime a mountain, or ride through the golden fields on a bike or a horse back.
I can enjoy this really deep inside.
I would not call this fun.
I enjoy reading great novels, and I feel a deep intellectual pleasure.
Is this fun ?
I can get most excited with good music, or play some tunes myself.
But also this I would not call fun.
What I would call funny:
If a truck drives through cow dung, and spills it all over a passing luxury convertible car.