Thursday, September 9, 2010
How Times Change
Tomorrow night my husband and I will be dining at our minister's home.
No part of that sentence would have made sense three years ago.
I do sometimes enjoy imagining what my fourteen-year-old self would make of my current life--and have imagined this since I was eighteen or so, so that younger me has had a lot of shocks over the years. Now, of course, I have dozens of younger selves onto which I could project an impression of my present life, but for some reason fourteen remains the magic number. It probably has something to do with puberty, no? That terribly awkward switch between childhood and existing as some new kind of creature, a "woman"?
Oh, them were tricky years, them were.