So Nice to Be Young

So nice to be young…:)I was in Dunkin Donuts here in town yesterday, about 8:30am like I always am. It’s a busy time of the day there, as the D+D is located right next to the train station. The coffee is good, and it’s become a ritual for me, even though I probably shouldn’t drink it. Anyway, like I said, it was crowded. Many people are in a rush to make a train, but I don’t care because, as it’s already 8:30, I should be at work, but I’m never on time….This little boy, about 3 or so, was pretending the D+D was his own little world as he wobbeled right in front of me. He wasn’t rushing anywhere, he didn’t care where he was, and he had a big smile on his face. I go to the left, he goes left. I go to the right, and he goes right. Laughing, I watched him bumble around a bit, with a big cookie in his hand. Out of no where comes his father, quickly apologizing, politely and apologetically stating that his child “…doesn’t know where he’s going”. I told him no need to apologize. I could tell they weren’t from around here by their accents, and this D+D would even drive the most hectic person crazy. I just told him that I wished I could be that young again. (As it turns out, they were from Iowa doing a little cross-country thing, and obviously took a wrong turn as they appeared to be sightseeing in my shithole town.) 🙂