Mon, June 4
... The kids have the right idea
I can't tell you how many "lifelong friends" I made as a child playing in the ballpit of Fanny's Fabrics. I lived to go the fabric store, but only for the ballpit--the actual shopping was boring and something my mother did, not me. I played with more kids than I can count, and at the beginning of our hour-long time together, we'd exchange names, sometime phone numbers (although neither one of us could remember it after 2 minutes), and play happily for the rest of the time. When one of us was collected by our mother and had to leave, we'd always promise to play again sometime, never even thinking about the fact that we'd likely never see each other again. When did it become so hard to become friends with people and be real with them?
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posted at 8:27 p.m.