There's a house in my neighborhood that I walk by on the way to the grocery store. I've been walking by this house for years, twenty-five at least.
There's a trampoline in the front yard and from time to time I'll see kids playing on it. I can't help but look over at it and watch them play. They're usually screaming and laughing, having a good time.
The funny thing about the kids is they never seem to age. Ever since I could remember they've always looked the same. These kids are about seven or eight years old, nine tops. I've never seen their mother pregnant. She looks the same as well. She drives a Subaru wagon, and the car hasn't changed much either.
I can't figure it out. Maybe the kids are foster kids, or extended family. What gives? Ageless kids that's what. The reality is that they're really thirty-five years old. Or a generation slipped by me without me knowing it.
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