Youth was certainly wasted on me. Maybe I just blocked it out, but I hardly remember a thing from my formative years. Take this photo of me on my trusty blue tricycle, for instance. I have no idea where, when or why this was taken. Apparently, I had run into that rusty pole, racked myself and started to cry. How precious! A Kodak moment, no doubt... My first encounter with a pole that brought tears to my eyes.
I'm thinking about this now because my sisters have recently taken up breeding and their offspring cause me to wonder at the miracle of life. Human infants are completely helpless and as I discovered, render me helpless as well. When my nephew Parker would cry, I tried in vain to comfort him and eventually just sat him, screaming, on the couch next to me and hoped he would pacify himself. This, I learned, was NOT acceptable. If I ever adopt, I want a kid old enough to take out the trash. Babies are so boring... Cute and all that, but not intellectually stimulating at all.
They are like little emotion dolls. But seeing as how am I fully aware of the range of human emotion and the triggers, I don't need the kind of practice they provide. I own a mirror.