Young People

As a person who is growing into the flower of years, I often find myself muttering about the world and how it is going to hell in a hand basket. My mother used to do this. It is something one does in ones later years, I guess. The only antidote I have found for aforementioned hell in a handbasket syndrome, is to be in the world with younger folk.

On Christmas this year, as my daughter and I were driving over to a holiday visit, a young man was crossing the street, a five lane extravaganza, the kind where cars go too fast and are boundries for kids wanting to explore the world, but their parents say, but don't cross (name of street).

This young man had a skate board. Half way across the street, he put the board down and glided. He stood sideways and raised his hands and head in celebration. It was a joyous moment he let the world share. Then he put one foot on the ground to push his conveyance along and went on into the neighborhood.

My next gift was a 17 month old who helped her mother and then me, empty the silverware from the dishwasher. She would hand each piece to her mother and she was very satisfied and proud to take part in this process. Her mother would take the flatware (knife, fork or spoon). Each time mother took a piece, she said "Thank you" and put the piece in the drawer where it belonged. A good time was had by all.