Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sometimes I forget that little kids never feel like little kids. I was talking to this one earlier this week (Melissa- she's eleven now) about that. She's the youngest in my family and sometimes I think I treat her more like a little kid than I should. All my life, I've felt like a full-blown person. Never once, when I was five or eight or thirteen did I feel like I knew less than the rest of people did, or that I was capable of less.
Also, I recently realized that I periodically write like J.D. Salinger when I'm feeling pensive. I re-read Catcher in the Rye this summer. Maybe it's part of my dialect right now.