On the Farm

Far Away Feet

A teenage memory, as best I can recall.

Lying on the bed one day and noticing just how far away my feet had gotten.

After being 2 or 3 feet tall for some years, I was amazed to see that my feet were now that far away, at the other end of the bed.

Apparently I had gotten quite a bit larger since I last checked in with my self image.

It was an Alice In Wonderland moment, where I had grown larger, but had only just become aware of it.

Scary to ponder that other, more complex and challenging aspects of growing up, might also have crept up on me – without my being aware.

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