This evening in the Skating Place there was a boy who was maybe six or seven years old going around the circle with us. At that hour, there were about ten of us skating, all adults. I round a corner and see the boy lying on the ground just bawling his eyes out, while two women are consoling him.
Later on I ask one of the women if he is doing okay.
“Oh he’s fine,” she says. “He’s just upset because everyone is so much better than him.”
This little kid was sad because all these ADULTS were better than him. I felt so bad, and remembered how much of my life I was like that little boy.