… they got little baby legs that stand so low … you got to pick ’em up just to say hello …
The world really isn’t made for kids.
I was getting some food tonight and this young girl walked in, maybe 5 or 6. She tried to reach up on to the counter to find a plastic fork, but couldn’t see which tub to get it from. I grabbed one for her, she said “thanks” (a strange occurrence in this country) and walked to the door. She had to push the door with all her might to get it to open, and then when it was open just enough, she jumped through to avoid getting pushed back inside.
I remember when I was a kid wondering why everything was so big. I remember dreaming of the day when I might be big enough to do everything I saw big people doing — driving, going out, buying things. But I have to admit that I don’t remember having problems with heavy doors or things like that. When I was that age, I just remember them as being a big challenge. It was fun to try and do things that were more difficult than they should have been. I think that’s part of the fun of being a kid.
But, when I watch kids around me now, I wonder just how they do it. I have a lot of respect for kids.