when i was young, i broke my leg.

you’re so innocent, naive, fragile, when you’re young.

waiting for grazed knees and scarred elbows after learning to walk, run and ride a bike…learning that sometimes you fall over. sometimes and many times.

you think about toys and watch moral-of-the-story tv shows. you get cooties and you get chicken pox and you have bath time and you have nap time. you drink milk. you play: cops and robbers; with barbies; in a tree house.

then you grow up and you have this capacity to learn and soak up extraordinary amounts of knowledge.

it happens all of a sudden. you become old enough to think for yourself, make decisions, choose your fate. and that’s how it is.

no one’s keeping score. this isn’t win/lose. this is try your heart out. go, do, be, feel.

now.

thoughts?

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