This week you asked us if there was ever something that we thought would never end like an endless chain of scarves. And it made me think real hard. And I think a lot of us — or at least me, thought that feeling would never end. That feeling when we were young. That feeling that we had all summer long, that feeling of wonderment, and curiosity, and excitement, and freedom. And, you know — just your body didn’t hurt. Your mind hadn’t been broken by a thousand cruel people yet. And you really, you really felt like summer was never gonna end. You just felt like there would be a million more sunsets to ride your bikes into with your friends. You thought there would be a million more days to walk through the woods and you know pick up little weird stuff you find and carve your name into a million trees and you just, you feel like being a kid is never gonna end and then before you know it — before, you know it truly, truly, truly — you’re middle-aged, and you’re a grandma, and you wish, for one second, you could feel that way again. You wish you could just get up out of your wheelchair and start walking and never have to sit back down. But you could just walk down to the pond, down the street, down past the woods, and go swimming with your friends. Hang out by the gravel pit. Smoke a couple cigarettes even though you shouldn’t. It really does feel like it’s not gonna end back then. And I kind of wish it never did.