It is hard to know when I first noticed that my parents were aging.
The closer you are to a subject, the more your perceptions are distorted and you don’t see as clearly.
For example, my mother and the mother of a childhood friend of mine both grew up in Germany.
When I would visit my friend, I was always struck by how thick his mother’s accent was so many decades after living in the states.
One day my friend remarked on how thick my mom’s German accent was, and I was like: What accent?
So too it has been in discovering that my parents have gotten older.
The revelation was most forcefully driven home after they had been traveling with a bus tour and Dad tripped in a parking lot and fell, fracturing his arm.
A trip to the emergency room and later his own doctor back at home left his arm in a convoluted sling that rendered the arm immobile and pretty much useless.
I learned that Mom had to feed Dad because his dominant arm was out of commission.
When I was growing up in the Bronx, my friends and I would regularly play “guns.”
It was a catchall name for playing Army or Cops and Robbers.
I had at various times a cap gun, a gold-colored pistol that was supposed to shoot little pellets but never really did and a plastic Tommy gun that I bought at Woolworth’s for 99 cents.
When we would “fire” at somebody in our imaginary play, we would make the appropriate noises of “pew pew pew” or something more rapid fire like “pppppdddddd.”
In determining whether a person was shot or was missed was based on the honor system between shooter and target: Was the target ambushed?
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