My dad just realized he was almost fifty (he's got three more years). We were joking about something while watching "Criminal Minds," and he started waxing philosophical about the matter.
"Do you know any fifty-year-old kids?" he wanted to know, with that look on his face of amazement and something like pain. I must have made a face, revealing my confusion, because he elaborated, "Because I still feel like a kid."
In a lot of ways, he is a kid. We're so dumb together, making fun of even the movies we love, laughing about our shared genetic stupidity, swapping computer tricks and book reviews. He's an adult in all the usual ways - going to work, paying bills, buying stuff, doing taxes - but he does it with such ease and nonchalance, you wouldn't know he's worried about anything. Usually, he's not worried.
Like a kid who doesn't know any better. Like Peter Pan.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
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