Popcorn

"I'm sorry" he said, resting his worn tired hand on her frail knee. "Oh yeah? Tell that to her." She said sassily, pointing to me. I was kneeling down cleaning up a spilled cup of popcorn off of the floor. What must it be like to be old? It must be very similar to the way we all started out this life. Helpless, messy, and fragile. "Good show!" She said as I finished cleaning up the popcorn crumbs. I hope I never get too old to remember the days when I was young.