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JENNY
“That guy is wearing a loud shirt.”
“I don’t hear anything.”
I couldn’t help laughing, “No, son, I mean bright colors that catch your attention. That’s another meaning for the word loud.”
“Oh. Why do adults make everything so complicated?”
As we walk hand in hand along the sidewalk downtown, among random car horns, I ponder about what my child said, and I agree with him. Adults complicate things. The simple idea of being a kid is much easier. As a child, I remember thinking about very little. Woodstock is five; his father died in a car accident when he was one. Since then, I’ve been a single mother, working as a server at a truck stop out on Route 5, just past the Handy Man liquor store. It gets tough being a single parent. There are times when I wish I had a man to help, but
