But deep down inside me, the kid still lives.
Maybe that's why I had luck writing a YA novel. I want that kid back. Writing PULL gave me the excuse to spend my days deeply immersed as a kid again. No matter what gender, that's the most passionate time of our lives. I loved revisiting the agony and the ecstasy.
So, this Saturday, June 12, I will be crowded between God only knows how many teens and twenty-somethings, at an outdoor concert designed for people less than half my age. (more likely for people close to a third my age) I admit I'll be in disguise. I'm borrowing a friend's daughter to give me an outward excuse for being there. And yes, I will have earplugs, and will spend far more time in my seat than most of the people around me. At least until Ludacris comes on stage. And Taio Cruz. And T-Pain. And Jason Derulo. And...
Okay, maybe i will spend more time on my feet than I should at my time in life. It's the problem with being in my second childhood. Or, as I sometimes suspect, never getting out of my first.