on our way home from seeing star trek last night (which i very much enjoyed) we were stopped at the lights in the cab and i look to my left and saw the cutest little girl on the face of the planet. she was about three or four and she had bare feet, a pink frilly skirt and a pink hoodie on with this wild pageboy cut blonde hair everywhere. she caught my eye because she was dancing. dancing isn’t quit right. she was just moving and flowing. her bare little feet taking her in bumpy circles and she was waving her arms around and clapping when it struck her to do so. she would stop for a few moments and look up at the man with her (her dad?) and she’d be talking to him with these wide expressive arms and tapping her foot and head along to the song only she could hear. her dad was happy enough to let her go at it.
for the whole set of lights she just moved and swayed and sung to herself, dancing here and there, telling dad something every now and then, but mostly just dancing. when the lights changed dad strode off across the crossing and she trundled off after him, her feet skipping across the wet road, her arms struck out on either side of her. as we went through the lights ourselves, i looked to the street they’d started walking down and there she was.. about five adult steps behind dad, still dancing and tumbling along clapping and nodding her head.
i wish i was more like that. i wish i still had more of that in me somewhere.
agreed…growing up sucks, like something inside you has died.