It’s really weird, you know, getting older.
I still remember when mom quit her medication and stopped making all my friends jealous. They started to ask about her and I started to wonder, but we didn’t know about those little pills that she had to break free from. We didn’t know what dependency was.
That’s right about when middle school started and the days on the swings ended. It all got kind of weird I guess. We started caring about girls and how we looked and what we had, and if it was good enough or not. Eventually we had to realize that being “good enough” was a pretty low standard and that we had to be okay with looking funny if we were ever going to swing higher than the other kids.
Mostly it’s been a lot of “looking funny” and not much “swinging higher”, but it’s getting where it needs to, you know?