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.