I lean forward, tightening my lips over the straw. I blow and blow. The bubbles in my soda make a neat noise as the ice hits the sides of the glass. Across the table my brother imitates me. I have to stop blowing just to laugh. I am in stitches because there is something so funny about blowing bubbles
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Because it gave me the "excuse" to act like a child again without shame.
This resonated with me deeply. Thanks for sharing it.
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Unfortunately I don't live close to my family so haven't really had the opportunity to watch my brother's kids grow up.
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"I was not supposed to crunch through the leaves in the Fall, build sand castles in summer, nor talk to my imaginary friend who had abandon me somewhere along the way."
I still like to crunch leaves and build sand castles.
And I agree, it's very hard to grow up and figure out society's "rules." I too know I should "want to fit in" but sometimes I still don't care. I guess I should care. I just get tired of it sometimes.
::hugs:: to you.
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