He never grew up; but he never stopped growing.
—Arthur C. Clarke, epitaph for himself
Yay, Wally! He’s never grown up either.
April 10, 2015
Yay, Wally!
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He never grew up; but he never stopped growing.
—Arthur C. Clarke, epitaph for himself
Yay, Wally! He’s never grown up either.
April 10, 2015
EW!
It’s now one of my favorite words too!
awww…
that’s a good word too. awww. ew! says it all! 😀
Agreed!
makes me think…
did you ever see the movie (not the tv series) … gidget? with sandra dee?
well I was gidget. but without the surf! it’s an excellent little movie.
surprisingly so. i loved it because i related so much to gidget herself. still do actually.
Andy and I watched the TV series years ago, but I haven’t seen the movie yet. I it’s now at the top of my Netflix queue. I’ll think of you as I watch it. 🙂
The other day, you’d asked if we would go back to our childhoods if we could. This post reminds me why I don’t ever want to go back. There’s such an unevenness in physical and social development during that just-before-puberty age group, for girls at least. All these nine-year-old girls are strutting around as if they own the world, confident and sure of themselves. Then, at twelve or thirteen, they’re either sure they developed too soon or not soon enough, humiliated if a bra strap shows or if they don’t need to wear a bra. They think that they are always on the edge of ruining their lives forever if they wear or say the wrong thing, move the wrong way. Long-held friendships split apart when one girl is appropriately boy crazy all of a sudden while the other friend is hanging back in childhood a bit longer or has already zipped forward into young adulthood with more concern about life goals than what the boy sitting next to her thinks of her new lipstick. They each sneer at each other.
I’ve known kids who sneer, but I was lucky enough to have some friends who shared my interests. Part of me never left childhood, of course. 🙂