Monday, May 2, 2016

Things You Think About When You're Older

When you're young you have no idea what 'Spring Chicken' means. Or the phrase 'Youth is wasted on the Young.'  As you get older you know exactly what each one means.

When I was real little the only worry I had in life was finding my cowboy boots and my cowboy hat. I was young, footloose, and unaware of what was going on outside my sand box. It also could be called the 'I need to ask someone about that' period. There were so many things I either heard wrong or saw wrong or read wrong.

I read that flying cars were coming. They would be here by the time I was old enough to have my drivers license and I was in a panic. I wouldn't be able to drive! Well you know and I know, we're still waiting for that to happen.

And don't get me started on why it's called a hamburger. When I was little I kept looking for ham.

One time, when I was in Fourth Grade, I told my teacher that my stomach hurt (it didn't), trying to convince him to let me go home from school. I told him I overheard my parents saying I might have appen-dick-itis. I'd never heard the word said I had only read it. He looked at me funny and asked, "What did they say?" I repeated myself and he told me to go sit back down.

Like I said, the 'I need to ask someone about that' period.

A bit later in life, I was eleven, I got into a fight on the school bus with a girl. Before you make a face consider a few things. At that age she was bigger and stronger than me. It was self defense. And she beat me like a drum. Like a drum.

The story has a happy ending, though.

She liked me.

Remember when a beat down from a girl went hand in hand with things like that? You don't? We ended up being friends and for a time boyfriend and girlfriend. Well, as much as that can be when you're eleven.

Go figure.

One day I saw a full station wagon and it made me think how do you get a car, a house, a wife, a family?  How do you get a job?  Never thinking some day I'd have all of those and be a father and husband, as well.

Cut ahead to French class in 8th Grade.

My teacher gave me a new name. Marcel. I guess she thought that was close enough to Mark. Having lived in Germany, I used to read a question in French, think in English and speak German. That went over really well. I've never used French my whole life or Geometry either. When you're young you don't know that certain classes will become a 'remember when...'

Matter of fact, there are a lot of things that you think will be forever when you're younger that aren't.

Here's a bitter sweet thought...

I bet there are people that can remember someone who was in their life at one time who made them feel a certain way.

Long ago love.

I bet you they can still remember their name.

Things you think about when you're older.

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