There are no children in my immediate family anymore - all of my parents' offspring exceed the age of 24. Yet my presents still inexplicably come from Santa. Maybe one day I'll be a parent and still have the urge to carry on the tradition past its logical stopping point. But seeing as I busted the Santa myth around the age of six (mom didn't think I'd make the logical leap when I saw her buy a present for my brother which he later opened from Santa), perhaps ability to play along has been skewed.Extended family gatherings have morphed in the past year or two, with most of my cousins hitting the college age. There's not really playing and high-octane activity anymore, but an easygoing circle of conversation and banter. There are some clear differences as you span our ten-year age gap (I am now familiar with a pointless and apparently popular app called Snap Chat), but there's also a foundation for real conversation.
Post a Comment