What do you love now that you hated when you were younger?
The first thing that comes to mind in answering the question, “What is something that I didn’t like as a child that I do now?” is: girls. Not that I didn’t like them. I had plenty of cousins who are girls, and a sister. Not to mention any number of neighborhood girls. They were just different, and did things that didn’t make sense. I was never certain why they were different, until one day I watched my mom change my little sister’s diaper. It revealed the physical difference a bit, but as confusing as that was, it still didn’t explain why their behavior didn’t make sense.
As a young child, I enjoyed anything that had wheels, rolled or bounced. Toys that could be used to build things were also enjoyed. Building blocks, Lincoln logs, tinker toys, Legos and that kind of thing. I didn’t see much point behind dolls, or toy kitchen sets. Not that I didn’t see why some kids would like them, but they just weren’t for me.
Another example comes to mind besides the difference in toy preference, I remember watching a monster movie. I remember getting into the excitement of it with my friends, and rejoicing when the monster was vanquished in the end. Then I was mystified when some girls who were nearby suddenly had pity on the monster. “Aw, the poor thing. He was just misunderstood.” As if the big scary beast didn’t deserve what he got. What did they want? For the monster to run around ravaging towns forever? Girls were just weird, and didn’t make sense.
If it were up to me as a young child, I would never have anything to do with girls. Ever. Somehow, through the course of time girls somehow grew to become interesting. Then came that stage around middle school where I noticed new curves. Girls started to not only look nicer, but also smell nicer. I still didn’t understand them, but interesting.
It reminds me of an old joke about a son complaining to his father about his girl troubles. He says, “Dad. I just will never understand girls!” His dad assures him by saying, “don’t worry son. One of these days you’ll outgrow it.” The son’s spirits perk up and he asks, “so, do you mean someday I will finally understand girls?” The father confidently replies, “no son, one day you won’t understand women either.”
Maybe there will never be any understanding between the male and female of the species. It’s just the nature of the journey of life that goes from dislike and annoyance to interest and attraction.
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