When You Start Growing
I will tell you life is hard, and laugh right back at you... I will tell you crying makes it uneasy, and smear the tears I will tell you I have met eyes that never smile I will tell you I have met loneliness that doesn't speak at all I will tell you I have sat in the same room where life felt empty I will tell you I have sat looking at someone who just doesn't want to go home I will tell you relationships are hard, and will hold your hands right away I will tell you cold shoulders are greasy but it's the intense warmth that makes you shiver I will tell you I have met people for who love was the only thing until they picked being lonely I will tell you relationship devors decorum like a wolf feasting on fresh carcass I will tell you vultures gather to eat what pains the most, yes the lost ones I will tell you dark is hard, but directions are easier when unseen I will tell you what itches me is constant pain I will tell you how naked I am in reality but no one wants to see
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"THE LAW OF THE LITTLE"
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I HAPPENED TO BE AROUND A COUPLE OF KIDS RECENTLY WHICH BROUGHT BACK MANY LOST MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. AS I HAVE GROWN OLDER I HAVE FORGOTTEN SO MANY RULES & REGULATIONS I ONCE FOLLOWED RELIGIOUSLY, AND I AM SURE YOU HAVE TOO. I MUST SAY THAT I HAVE LEARNED MORE ABOUT LAWS AND RULES FROM THESE KIDS IN THE PAST FEW DAYS THAN I HAVE LEARNED IN YEARS. LET ME SHARE SOME OBSERVATIONS.
ONCE I GOT A CHANCE TO OBSERVE A HEATED CONVERSATION BETWEEN A FIVE-YEAR OLD, ANNE, AND HER FIVE YEAR OLD COUSIN SANDY. THEY WERE PLAYING TOGETHER. THINGS WERE GOING FINE. SANDY HAPPENED TO HAVE A POCKET FULL OF CANDY. ANNE DIDNT.
ANNE ASKED SANDY FOR A PIECE.
SANDY SAID NO.
ANNE TRIED AGAIN, AND WAS AGAIN REFUSED. IT WAS ON THE THIRD TRY THAT ANNE MADE HER THREAT.
"IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME SOME CANDY, YOU ARE NOT MY COUSIN ANYMORE"
AND THERE IT WAS. I HAD FORGOTTEN ONE OF THE GREATEST ASPECTS OF CHILDHOOD. IT WAS PURE, IT WAS SIMPLE, AND IT WAS BEING ENACTED RIGHT BEFORE ME.
THE LAWS THAT GOVERN THE LITTLE.
AS SILLY AS 'YOU ARE NOT MY COUSIN ANYMORE' SOUNDS TO ADULTS, TO A FIVE-YEAR-OLD, ITS SERIOUS BUSINESS.
AT FIVE YEARS OLD, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR COUSINHOOD ANNULLED VERBALLY!
IT WAS A VALID THREAT, AND IT WORKED! SANDY COUGHED UP SOME CANDY, REAL QUICK.
YOU CAN'T HELP BUT ADMIRE THE SIMPLICITY OF THE KIDDIE LEGAL SYSTEM. NO LAWYERS, NO PAPERWORK. JUST WORDS. YET SO MANY LEGAL AREAS ARE COVERED.
INSURANCE. INSURANCE WAS BIG BACK THEN, I REMEMBER.
YOU'RE PLAYING STICKBALL AND YOU'VE GOT A NEW BALL THAT COST YOU A DOLLAR TWENTY-FIVE.
BEFORE THE GAME STARTS YOU MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.
"CHIPS ON THE BALL EVERYBODY."
BINGO! YOU JUST BOUGHT INSURANCE. NOW, IF SOMEONE LOSES THAT BALL, HITS IT ON THE ROOF, THROWS IT DOWN A SEWER, YOU'RE COVERED. THAT PERSON IS RESPONSIBLE FOR REIMBURSING YOU.
YOU CALLED CHIPS. THAT WAS INSURANCE.
"DIBS" ON THE OTHER HAND, WAS HOW YOU STAKED YOUR CLAIM TO SOMETHING THAT WASNT YOUR'S YET.
DAD'S DRIVING TO THE HARDWARE STORE. HE ASKS IF YOU AND YOUR BROTHER WANT TO COME ALONG. WITHOUT WASTING A PRECIOUS SECOND, YOU SHOUT!
"DIBS ON THE FRONT SEAT!"
NOW YOU CAN TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME GETTING TO THE CAR. YOU WANTED A CERTAIN PIECE OF REAL ESTATE, AND "DIBS" WAS YOUR DOWN PAYMENT.
"DIBS" COULD BE TRICKY, THOUGH, LIKE WITH ANY LEGAL CONTRACT, YOU HAD TO BE GUARD AGAINST THE LOOPHOLES. AT ANY MOMENT, YOUR BROTHER COULD SHOUT:
"DIBS ON THE FRONT SEAT... ON THE WAY BACK."
IT WAS A SIMPLE SYSTEM. BUT YOU HAD TO KNOW ALL THE INS AND OUTS, OTHERWISE YOU COULD END UP IN THE BACKSEAT, SITTING ON THE HUMP UNTIL YOU HAD YOUR OWN CAR.
LET'S NOT FORGET "NO BACKSIES." NO BACKSIES WAS THE VERBAL BINDING OF A DEAL.
YOU WANT YOU'R FRIEND'S TUNA SANDWICH AND TALK HIM INTO TRADING IT FOR YOUR BANANA. YOU MAKE THE EXCHANGE. AS HE HANDS IT TO YOU, YOU SAY IT TO HIS FACE:
"NO BACKSIES."
SECONDS LATER, HE REALIZES THAT THE BANANA IS BRUISED AND HE'S MADE A HORRIBLE MISTAKE. HE WANTS HIS TUNA SANDWICH BACK.
TOO LATE!
YOU HAVE A BINDING CONTRACT: NO BACKSIES.
THE BOY CRIES.
OH, IF ONLY WE HAVE THE SAME SYSTEM AMONG THE ADULTS. SIMPLE, PURE AND CHEAP.
OF COURSE, ONCE YOU BECOME AND ADULT, YOU REALIZE THE NECESSITY OF OUR COMPLICATED LEGAL SYSTEM. YES, IT'D BE NICE TO GET RID OF ALL THE RED TAPE, BUT THINK OF HOW HIGH THE DIVORCE RATE WOULD BE IF AT ALL IT TOOK WAS:
HUSBAND: "YOU'RE NOT MY WIFE ANYMORE."
WIFE: "DIBS ON ALL YOUR MONEY."