I’m not looking for a ride – I know better
I’m walking on the shoulder, well off the asphalt
Against traffic
I stopped at Patterson’s and got a bouquet for Grandma
Not blossoms, Balloons
It’s her birthday and I’m going to stay the night
I don’t know how old she is
Really old
Well, really old in my mind
Probably not in hers
I’m starting to figure out a few things about age
I consider myself:
Mature
Capable
Adult
I’ll be a teenager soon and then it won’t be long before I can drive to Grandma’s
That’s old, right?
Dad thinks I’m a kid
I think he’s an old man
He doesn’t
Old age and youth are relative concepts
Your perception can vary with your perspective
Your point of reference
Pretty insightful for a kid, huh?
See, I must be old, or at least mature
Not much further to go now
I’ll call dad and let him know I made it, when I get there
I think he’s in Chicago this week
Or maybe it’s Dallas
– another trade show
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