And she thought about faith and people and life. And she wrote those thoughts down, so that someday I could read them. And somedays I think she was a genius. And others, an idiot, but she didn’t care, because she thought she’d always be me. Or I would always be her. And I’m not.
That’s a hard thing to admit, sometimes, that I’m not who I used to be. Obvious, maybe… I don’t live where I did, or spend time with the people I used to, but still hard. Once I believed that growing up was something real and tangible, and now I’m afraid it’s a thing we all just play at. I used to try harder… at lots of things. I used to think things through a little more. Admittedlie I also used to be a lot more miserable, but…
Eh, tomoro is Friday, and who wants to be introspective on a Friday… so tonight let’s remind that girl that two of her biggest dreams have come true. Who can say that? Not many people.
Now it is time for Chapter 9 of Wee Free Men.