The Live Acorn turned 15 a couple of weeks ago. I’m sure that all parents go through a bit of self-reflection at certain points as their children grow up, experiencing those shocking moments of clarity when the fact that “ohmyfuckinggodIhaveafifteenyearold” hits like an Ernie Shavers uppercut.
Something struck me, though, as I was pondering the passage of time, wondering where it’s all gone, and what the future holds.
When The Live Acorn was one year old, I was 31. Thirty-one times as old as her. When she was five, I was 35 – only seven times as old. When she was 10, I was 40 – four times as old. Currently, she’s 15, and I’m 45 – three times as old. In 15 years, she’ll be 30, and I’ll 60 – only twice as old.
So your pop quiz question is: How long until she and I are the same age?
6 months ago