Is there another age you associate with yourself in your mind? If so, what is it? And why, do you think?
These days I often think of myself at 23, partly because I was such a hot mess at that age, partly because that’s the year my parents were in a horrific car crash that killed my father and badly injured my mother, and partly because that is the age my son is today. I look at him and think, my god, 23 is so young. And I was so alone, so without family support, so lost in the world. And I’m filled with wonder and gratitude that I made it out of that time in one piece, and even more so that I’ve been able to raise a young man who feels at home in the world and knows just how loved he is by his parents and a whole community of family and friends.
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