An old friend dug up pictures from high school and posted them on Facebook. They were pictures that I had never seen before, and we all looked so young. We had bad hair, bad clothes, and crazywide smiles. We had no idea what we were in for, and thought that we’d always live just down the block from each other.
Looking at that group of kids was bitter sweet. Now we’ve gone through breakups, marriages, and divorces. We have kids, cancer, and foreclosures. We never rollerblade anymore. We never got back into acting.
I often wonder why that is. Why we hit some magic age and suddenly we’re “adults”, and we only do “adult” things. (And not even that kind of adult thing!) When you get an adult with another adult, why, it’s even more boring than usual! When’s the last time that you built a snow fort with your lunch date? When have you ever played “Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board” with your coworkers?
Maybe that’s why I enjoy my kids so much: my “adult” friends don’t play tag with me out in the backyard. Well. Maybe they should.