Friends at any age.......
Upon arriving in our new home in Kentucky, my seven year old son Jason decided to explore the neighborhood. He was back with in the hour proclaming that he had made some new friends.
"Good. Are they boys or girls?" I asked. "One is a boy and one is a girl," he replyed. "That's great," I said. " How old are they?" "Mom," my son replyed almost shocked. " That would be very rude to ask."
I was puzzled at his responce. About an hour later, he was back. "Mom!" my son shouted through the screen door. " I found out how old my new friends are. The girl is 65 and the boy is 70."
Did it really matter that much? This piece was most likely written before 9/11 when we were all free to be......as Jason might say FRIENDS. Will there ever be a time when we can be that free......... again?
