Where has my youthful excitement gone?
My daughter and son, while on a short walk tonight, picked dandelion poofs and made wishes and blew on them. It was fun to watch them re-enact something that my wife and I did when we were young. While I was watching them blow on dandelions, a thought occurred to me to which I did not give voice.
I thought, “Please don’t blow those seeds toward my front lawn.”
And there it was. Right there. My youthful, fun self died. I actually thought about my lawn instead of fun. Argh…I’m old.