Growing up?

As I sit here watching my daughters basketball practice, I look out at some of the other parents who made the trip out. Serious faces abound, and it makes me wonder how it feels to actually grow up.

Perhaps it feels like a bird having its wings clipped. Maybe it feels like a dog having his..cough…snipped.

Regardless, as I sit here, a child at the age of 39, I am very happy I never got the memo that it was time to grow up. Sure, we all grow, some grow out, as my paunch is clearly demonstrating expertly. But boy am I sure glad I’m still a Toys’R’Us kid!

Published by Alan Reese

Greetings blog wanderers and seekers of truth, or whatever truth appears to be from the mind of a warped individual. You have reached the inner sanctum of some guy named Alan. Having graduated college sometime shortly after the Earth cooled, he finds himself in his late 30's and working out in the real world. His humor is dry and his outlook not so serious and somehow has picked up the nasty habit of writing about himself in the third person. He is married with child and loves his family, sports and, of course, his beloved video games...likelihood of his growing up? Not good. Are you an established site or magazine looking for a writer? Drop me a line if you are interested.

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