True Youth

To continue my impromptu series on oldness, I'll share some recent events that made even me feel old.

First, I played Brazos in chess and lost. Brazos is 11 and in many ways is much like me at that age. He's very intelligent and willing to let you know it. He's also funny and talks over the heads of many adults. Anyway, we played chess and I lost. I don't like to make excuses but I will anyway. I got way ahead during the early going. I was up like 9 points and controlled the center. Then his mom came into the room and I started talking to her. Then next thing I knew, check-mate. I was stunned and impressed. It goes to show you position and a material advantage don't win the game. He had three pieces and two pawns left but they were all it took. My true mistake was underestimating Brazos. He handled his victory well, once he explained it to his mother. I remember myself at that age and realized I've grown up. I felt old and honestly I demand a rematch.

Secondly, I saw Mary Cate (my youngest niece at church), I picked her up and tickled her. She showed me a green bouncy ball she had, "A ball!" She was excited to have it. I said, "That is a cool ball." She then smiled, then got serious. She wrapped her little hand around the ball in an attempt to hide it (for perspective it would be like an adult trying to hide a tennis ball in one hand). She help out the hand clutching the ball and a closed fist and said, "Which hand?" A game I've played with her before, but now she was in charge. I chose the wrong hand and she said "Noooo!" and laughed her head off. That is youth.

Thirdly, my real estate agent called me again. Having an agent makes me feel old. Although I feel young again when I realize she's frustrated because I haven't done any of my paperwork. Let her fill out the application, she's working for me right?

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