I got a pair of Starburys when I was ten. Didn't want them, I actually wanted some Heelys instead. Wanted to be like my friends and trip over pebbles and get tucked into bed with band-aids. My mom told me to stop focusing on their plates and look at mine.
I had a fork, spoon, and knives, grown man portions: eyes the size of my stomach. She was right -- I never liked training wheels, or cheat codes, or elbow pads or nightlights. Grown men aren't scared to fall, so why am I? Why am I twenty years old shopping on the Heelys website?
i spent weeks debating if i wanted to post this or not. sometimes our parents have the best intentions, and although we turn out okay, we're all bound to miss something.