Small town boys may marry small town boys.

The beauty of age is acquired wisdom.

A child who came to the conclusion people "grow apart, not together".
A child who would become a teenager with a drawn on "supercilious" smile, knowingly appreciative of the situation's progression; years in advance of its happening. A well documented carcinogenic effect of the condition from a varied array of sources. Perhaps responsibility really does lie within where attention is paid, or forced upon children.

And so with age, people learn to wait, and develop their patience.
Knowing that people revolve. As children, desiring to be "happened to" until it happens, at which point we wish it had never happened at all.
It's not realising you've been hurt until the blood forms on the surface of your skin, and calling out for your mother's aid.

It is the young adults who still desire to be "happened to" that I wish to be around. More aware than most, and unhappy at this facet, but at the very least able to converse with over the current matters - that is to say, the next 10 years.
The scales are forever tipping out of favour; involuntary gluttony thrust upon our bodies, trapping our minds on the other side of the scales; persistently rising.

There is happiness in the climbing of trees, and picking of apples in your great grandmother's garden. There hangs from those branches the multiple corpses of the future and all its contents; every moment, interaction and situation swings slowly in the breeze of childhood. Intertwined in one endless second that never seems to end, but does. The useless facts, the twisting of being lovesick and betrayed, the stomach aches of laughter, and the days that didn't seem to occur.
The loss of loss itself, and the bodies fall from the tree instantaneously, like the apples it holds so dear.

And the child who ate all of the apples sees the deathly gaze of the morgue, and comprehends what this gaze entails, and in turn, learns what the tree's residents were keeping to themselves.

This child falls to the ground prematurely, and horribly, in an instant of seemingly forever.