FIVE

My kid sat on the couch the other day telling me how a second is longer to her than to old people. It seems that our aging brains, in slowing down, perceive time as moving faster. I don't know about you, but that must mean my brain has become quite ancient. It seems I wake up, I speed thru the day and then I find myself tucking myself into bed again, even tho it feels like I just woke up.
In some ways, life handed us a bad deal. I mean, we spend so much time learning and finally understanding a few things only to realize it's all going to end soon. It sucks because to me, the older you are, the more perfect you are. This is because things that you couldn't understand as a youngster, finally got bashed into that thick noggin of yours. The bigger problem tho' with getting older is that your body starts going kaput. Like Woody Allen says, aging sucks, don't get old.

Well, even tho it must have seemed a long time when I experienced being a baby at that time in life, the problem is, my life from the age of two to five has pretty much evaporated from my memory. I remember bits and pieces, tho. If you've read my previous posts, I did manage to encapsulated a few of the standouts. One of my cool neighbors from the apartment where we lived in South Orange in New Jersey (now the projects) was a lady named Shizu. She was Japanese and an artist. She had a son named Kenny. And she seemed pretty nice. Years later, my mom would tell me she had a little girl but something happened. Apparently there was an elevator that was broken. And at some point, the elevator door opened and Shizu's little girl ran into the open elevator, but the thing was, there was no elevator. It was an empty shaft. So Shizu's little girl fell down, broke her neck and died. So maybe that was why Shizu was always looking at me with some sadness.