We were still at the age when girls are years older than guy, and the guys grow up by doing their best when the girls need them to.
I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I’d ever known.
I never really grew up until I had kids.
You can’t make me be nice.
You can’t make me be good.
You can’t make me believe.
But your example, your kindness, your patience and love will affect me perhaps enough that eventually I may choose to do those things.
I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.
For your information, Lester, there are at least five wonderful parts of the female body that can be viewed by the owner only with a hand mirror.
…girls were like poems: weird, incomprehensible and boring, but those “in the know
Childhood anxieties, childhood fears, never disappear entirely. They fade, but not away.
The second hardest part about growing up is trying to figure out who you are. The hardest part comes after you’ve figured it out and the rest of the world wants to pull you in a different direction.
Look forward to the wonderment of growing up, raising a family and driving by the gas station where the popular kids now work.