There are reasons to appreciate the perspective of a twelve-year-old over that of someone four or five times older, and vice-versa, but in the spirit of the former, today I enjoyed driving my youngest daughter back home from a vacation with friends up in Sonoma County.
She sees everything with fresh eyes. She said she'd never seen the fog rolling over the Marin Headlands like a waterfall today. Or that house way up above Sausalito (probably because she's usually in the backseat.)
But my favorite was about the unripe pear we plucked from a tree up-country before we began our long drive south.
It was firm, too firm to eat, and I told her with a bit of time it would become nicely edible.
Apparently, she interpreted that to mean time in the short-term sense.
As we reached San Francisco, she grabbed the pear and pressed it. "Feels still the same, no softer yet."
No indeed. Not quite yet.
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This has put a smile on my face...I love seeing the various perspectives we have at different times in our lives. (or the interpretations we have of what others say to us)
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