For my fellow Seinfelders: “You’re so GOOD Looking!”
Looks fade. I remember even at my first class reunion (which was only 10 years after graduating). The most popular girl who won the most popular boy had married and looked fat and positively middle-aged at 28. Like Springsteen’s song, Glory Days, one should never peak in High School! —-Oh, and btw, the most awkward, skinniest, weirdest looking girl looked beautiful and stunning!
Sounds like a Seinfeld scenario
I am the (adult) figure skater. I used to feel LUCKY to have 5:30am. I’d get up at 4. My daughter skated too. We’d skate and be able to drive home and get ready for school and work. Did this through snowstorms, too. Crazy. Now I live in Florida and the early session is at 8. Seems super late to me, especially when I don’t have to clean snow off my car first. Guess what time I get up these days? STILL 4am!!! LOL.
It did a lot of damage to me, too. And sadly, when she was dying, as she lay there half-comatose, she sat up in bed and with one last coherent breath mouthed (through an oxygen mask), “I love you”. Yeah. She made peace with herself. I could not say it back. Of course, I KNEW I would regret NOT saying it, but I just couldn’t. She caused me so much psychologically harm, whether intentionally or not. --I did not treat my own children that way. And they are also good parents now, too. I broke the chain.
I don’t even see kids playing outdoors in my neighborhood, which is full of kids. When we were that age, we’d be playing not only in backyards, but street, driveways…always noisy. Neighborhoods are quiet nowadays
Childhood is a rough time for many of us. It’s not always this idyllic time people say they remember. Like your mother, mine would call me derogatory names in Italian. I also asked to take ballet, ice skating and tap and was told I was too clumsy for these things. (Fast forward to today….I started figure skating in my 30s and I’m still doing it at 67 and competing in adult categories). Maybe I even enjoy it more now, with no expectations or guilt that I would have been made to feel if my parents were paying for me.
He needs to go to the bathroom. He’s got his reading material with him.
I’m so sorry. But frankly, I would never have told my parents. I was too afraid of them. I had an older cousin who tried to rape me. NO WAY was I going to tell my parents! I would have been blamed!