about a boy

we played the get to know you game.

as we walked, she told me she always knew she wanted to work with dying kids. even when she was very young. this did nothing to make her less appealing to me.

my turn. she asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. my answer was automatic, until i caught it in my mouth, just seconds before an accident. i shuffled my feet, i hedged. then i finally came up with, ' well, i wanted to be a doctor. then i wanted to be a lawyer.'

that's true. but that took me longer to figure out than the automatic answer.

what did i want to be when i grew up?

a boy.

i wanted to be a boy.