I hear ya, Alice. I was just thinking about this a few days ago.
Let me warn you of something else: Sometimes adulthood is also an encroachment that despoils pristine wildernesses and we are all the poorer as well. I used to look on the backyard I had growing up as a place for adventure and excitement and sleeping out in the room Al built on the back of the garage. Now it’s just chores and all the kids’ toys all over the place.
Fie on adulthood.
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