Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas morning, 1962
As I look at this photo this morning, I don't think about how little I miss Midwestern winters. I don't think about those teeth crying out for orthodontia. I don't want to warn him off the red-and-white handlebar streamers (he'll figure that out himself, soon enough.)
I don't even think about that Charlie Brown winter hat.
No, I look across the years at that kid, standing proudly with his new Schwinn, and I want to cry out, "Are you insane? Don't try to ride your bike when the road has a layer of packed snow on it!"
But I might as well try telling him he'd shoot his eye out with that BB gun.