There's a fine place to which most of us return.
I started young in an apparently confused state where the middle-age world always knew better. Eventually I found myself, in conformance, sentiently knowing better as well. Now I am heading back to the place where I am loud, repeat myself often, and tell the same jokes without knowing that I do. This is where my kids begin to roll their eyes as I slip.
But often in all-knowing, they fail to realize that accomplished play is easily more important than a miserable struggle and this is how you begin to relearn the color-length correlation.
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The Little Boy and the Old Man
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the little old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy,"it seems
Grownups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
~ Shel Silverstein