Like a Child
Have you ever noticed how clothes fade over time? The endless cycle of wash, dry, wear, repeat taking it’s toll on even the most vibrant of fibers. I envy m y kids and their drawers stocked with bold patterns and bright colours. Tears and sweat erode away t he pastels and neons of childhood until nothing is left except white collars and grey pant suits. Our lives and closets, like the Wizard of Oz in reverse. When they asked us “what do you want to be when you grow up” our eyes lit up with possibility. We didn’t yet know that “growing up” was just another term for “dying”. You and I used to dream about changing the world but my Superman shirt started fraying so we donated it to Goodwill. It seemed like the grown up thing to do. Word Count: 138 Words