Moments of double vision: I watch my eight-year-old son skating with a girl to some forgettable pop ballad, see them smile just before grabbing the same pole, and I know what innocence is... but it's so fleeting, I know it is, and at the same time as I watch them circle the rink, I see them too in a few years, spiraling in towards each other, spiraling away, both of them inexorably coming to know too goddamn much, finding out for themselves all of the awkward ways in which we grow up, and grow apart.
--January 16, 2002
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