Poor grownups
There was a park near my apartment block when I was growing up, and I used to there with grandma or mom on days when it was nice out. The best was when after first snow, there would be new ice, and someone would dump a bucket of water over the slide, and make it icy, and you'd get to climb up and come sliding down on your bum, or on your feet...
Grandma and other parents and grandparents stood on the bylines conversing and watching. They never got on the slide. They couldn't: they were too big. Climbing up the ladder; looking down from an impossible height; allowing fate and gravity to bring you back to the ground... Was SO fun!
I used to look up at the grownups and think, god, these poor people, can't enjoy this slide, how does one live with something like that? And then I'd feel pangs of what must have been first signs of anxiety, because I realized that eventually, I'd be a grownup, and wouldn't be allowed on the slide.
Of course, now I AM a grownup. And it's not so bad, from the perspective of playing in the park. Yes, it is true, generally, I'm not allowed on slides, but the slides have also completely lost their magic.
OK the point is.
I'm moving the suburbs.
I'm feeling very anxious. I won't have the T? I won't have streets? How does one live with something like that?
Attempting to learn from past experiences, I'm hoping eventually I won't need those things anymore?
Grandma and other parents and grandparents stood on the bylines conversing and watching. They never got on the slide. They couldn't: they were too big. Climbing up the ladder; looking down from an impossible height; allowing fate and gravity to bring you back to the ground... Was SO fun!
I used to look up at the grownups and think, god, these poor people, can't enjoy this slide, how does one live with something like that? And then I'd feel pangs of what must have been first signs of anxiety, because I realized that eventually, I'd be a grownup, and wouldn't be allowed on the slide.
Of course, now I AM a grownup. And it's not so bad, from the perspective of playing in the park. Yes, it is true, generally, I'm not allowed on slides, but the slides have also completely lost their magic.
OK the point is.
I'm moving the suburbs.
I'm feeling very anxious. I won't have the T? I won't have streets? How does one live with something like that?
Attempting to learn from past experiences, I'm hoping eventually I won't need those things anymore?
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