I'm going through a strange time in my life, a time I am really enjoying and confused by. I recently became a Grandma, well a grandparent. My wife and I have found this occassion to be the basis for re-visiting some places we have not been to since my children were young. Last week we went to a Toys R Us store to shop for the new grand baby. I was suddenly aware of the wonderful toys, etc, that are available for little girls, and became somewhat melancholy over the fact that I had not had the chance to grow up as a girl, to experience all of these feelings, to be Cinderella for Halloween. I had absolutely no interest in seeing all the boy toys or in wishing they had these boy things when I was a youngster. It follows my experience when shopping for clothes these days. I can spend all day shopping with my wife for women's clothing and don't care to spend five minutes shopping for drab.
I suppose I should talk to my analyst about this but I don't have one. I like being like this. Maybe if Rod Serling were still around, he could explain it.
