On today's wildly belated walk to the park with the dog I spent a few hundred yards walking behind a pair of approximately six-year-old girls holding hands. Girl A leans over to speak confidentially to Girl B.
Girl A: Do you know that I'm scared to say Henry's name?
Girl B: Why?
Girl A: I'm afraid that if I do someone might think I like him. I don't know why, but I'm afraid.
As you grow up, young lady, so many things will change.
And so many will stay exactly the same.
Good luck and godspeed in figuring them out.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Starting Early
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