I call those defining moment's.
And it makes me think of the summer air, my teenage years, when I learned that books were the gateway to understanding. I was careless back then, mad at the world for being alive, and a heavy a chip on my shoulder. School had pretty much thrown my ass out, I was on my own. If only I was as wise as I thought I was, people talked to me, but I had all the answers. And I suppose that's more or less normal, learning things the way teenagers do. I was at a disadvantage, however, I had never had much guidance. I was a latchkey kid.
And speaking of that, I recently had conversation over coffee with my oldest friend. We were latchkey kids together. But we were laughing at how neither one of us is likely to ever let our kids go unsupervised like we had for so many years. I think of all the stupid shit we did, and of all the opportunities we had to kill ourselves doing something stupid. I now know better. It doesn't take but a few seconds for a 10 year old boy to think of something that will most certainly land him in trouble or hurt. Or, like me, I was always the one to convince another to do whatever stupid thing we were doing so I could find out what happens without getting hurt. Not a foolproof theory, but I made it out of childhood with all my fingers and toes.
I'm just happily rambling right now. Daylight is struggling to keep the moon at bay, I could get infinitely lost among the starscape. The vastness of it all, at times I can feel how loud it is, I know that doesn't make sense.
I probably say a lot of things that don't make sense. But it's cool.