Ruining Your Day
One Friday, when I was somewhere in the 8-10-year-old range, we were going shopping. We walked towards the mall behind a group of young guys in their late teens/early 20s.
They were laughing and joking, seemingly having the time of their life. It looked like a lot of fun. I pointed at them and told my mom that it reminded me of the song my dad used to play, the boys are back in town (an old Thin Lizzy song).
My mom looked straight ahead and bluntly answered, “you will never experience that.”
It wasn’t exactly the kind of answer I had hoped to get. All I could get out of my mouth was “…what?”. You won’t, was her final saying on the matter—way to ruin a Friday evening.