A Kid is getting old. The kid inside fights vibrantly to remain relevant, but when viewing the outside world through the eyes or hearing the pop sounds through ears of an aging body, a realization occurs. Ya' gettin' old. Becoming older.
It's a feeling, like the lightning spikes down the spine that you wake up with and can't reach in and correct or adjust. It's a realization, like watching a pro baseball game and realizing none of the players are your age any longer. It's a matter of fact, the facts state the matter - you've been around this earth for forty years - that's two cats lives or three or four dogs'. It's the fashion, yes the shirts you wore eight years ago were the top of the pop, the cream of the crop... eight years ago; and even though they are still in good shape today, because you don't wear them as regularly - they are still not in fashion, they aren't tight, like the jeans or the form fitting t's.
Who'da thunk that when you showered and washed your hair that the hair that gradually came out with the wash was yours and didn't magically replace itself over time? It's the lack of urge - or urgency to get the new cd... (do you hear the cricket in the deserted music aisle at the store) as it comes out on radio, really radio? Besides, the paid-for auto you drive, (which is now over 10 years old) practically still plays tapes (mix tapes, not mixed). And who wants to go to concerts when its these whippersnappers playing with their upright bass and fiddle and anything you want to hear is labeled as some "reunion tour" or "20 year anniversary" and to wrestle with finding a babysitter in advancia to get to that concert... sigh.
Yup the kid is getting old. You have your own kids and don't even fudge when a song comes on with cuss words any longer - you fight off a belly that takes in what your mind says is good - like the kids leftovers that they won't eat, but that can't go to waste because you paid for it. Really, the toothbrush I use is too firm? - So, I've been brushing correctly, but the brush is too firm and wearing away my enamel (as I age)? That's now nice to know. What's that? You can tell I had braces when I was younger because there is the possibility of root resorption... there's a term for that?
We get older, each day and it isn’t the end of the world. Perhaps at some moment, one makes the realization that they are satisfied. Their cornucopia has been maxed out and the simple things bring that genuine internal smile, everything else is just the cherry on the icing on the cake. Eventually all kids reach an age-point that they need to fend for themselves – you’ve done what you could – let the little boats find their wind and sail off.
Unfortunately there is a reel -to- real tape clicking inside my head that's mixing Fred Savage up with Northern Exposure - sweet, now I'm making shit up. Despite my internal kernel calls that I'm still young - my outer shell says something different, so much for unity. But, there's still time... however what happened to the kids? Weren't they just toddlers?
