Re: Do you remember?
guess I am an old 41, I remember all that stuff<br /><br />78's cracked against the walls and shattered way better than 33's<br /><br />and coffee pot cords hurt way more than belts<br /><br />I was a fat kid, I missed out on everything young - the making out, the drive ins, dances, sub races, walking hand in hand, hickeys, adventures under the boardwalk, etc etc etc<br /><br />learned that fishing was a sport I could excel in<br /><br />that a dog was a better friend than most humans, and fur will tell on your tears, your dog will only love you<br /><br />I learned people judge you based on how you look, they do not look inside<br /><br />that its better to make them laugh with you than at you<br /><br />that if you ask the prettiest girl in school to go to the canteen, she will laugh and say I wouldnt go out with you if you were the last man on earth<br /><br />I learned that if that is said to you, you will indeed remember october 22 1975 as if it were yesterday ... it was a wednesday, the dance was on friday<br /><br />however<br /><br />I discovered via this lovely box of wires that perspectives change with years, and if someone sees you as you are before they see you, they simply love you for YOU - of course, the peer group changed, and the world got a bit bigger, fat is somewhat in now<br /><br />My mom is still alive, and knows Im loved ... by someone other than her, that is something I suspect was terribly important to her<br /><br />most importantly ... you find the strength that carried you through the horrors of so called golden years still lives within you, and you only get stronger, never giving up, always holding dear the certain fact that things will get better, they have to get better<br /><br />but then you see your adoptive daughter hiding tears, a fat kid with a mom that spent her life skinny, beautiful ... stretch marks came with giving birth, not living life<br /><br />how do you teach her what youve learned along the way, without making her learn all of it the hard way? How do you teach strength learned in the crucible of your own hell, to rescue her from hers?<br /><br />Ive got to learn to go to sleep when Im tired, this is so **** dark, and Im best at bringing a laugh ... emoting without the humorous shield aint good, sorry gang