The body ages, but the mind is forever young. I come across so many instances where I find myself still thinking the way I did as a teen, even though I’m not all that far from the half-century mark.
For instance …
- I’ll see a new kid in the neighborhood, and think,”I should tell his/her parents that I babysit …”
- I love looking at all the 4-H projects at the county and state fairs, and dreaming about the ideas I could use for next year’s projects. My kids may not be so enthusiastic about this (and they’re the ones actually in 4-H now), but I sure am!
- I’ll meet a new guy and think, “Wow, he would be nice to get to know better/date” … and then I remember I’ve been married for almost 20 years.
- I frequently have the stressful I-don’t-know-what-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up dream, or its twin: I-don’t-know-what-I-should-major-in-at-college.
- I still sometimes buy something nice and take it home, only to momentarily think I should put it away for “when I grow up.” Then I realize that I’m about as grown up as I’m going to get.
Please don’t tell me I’m the only one. Do you ever have those teen-in-an-adult-body moments?
“Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life. They appear so while they are passing; they seem to have been so when we look back on them; and they take up more room in our memory than all the years that succeed them.”