Perspective
My godson was ecstatically showing me everything Santa had left for him on Christmas morn. Included in the stash was an acoustic guitar. He gingerly lifted it out of his case.
“Nouna, check this out.”
“Woooooowwww. That’s sweet!” I replied, impressed by how attentively he was handling it.
“I gotta be real careful with it. It’s really old. It’s a 1996 model.”
I laughed to myself. I guess when you’re only 10 years old, something made in 1996 is ancient.
