On apples and envy

This morning's 100 words:

I think the most difficult thing about sending my son to preschool is knowing that I won't always be the one who will experience all of his firsts. I won't be the only one with funny or cute or sweet stories to tell about him. Yesterday his teacher had the class taste different kinds of apples, and when I picked up my son, she described for me how funny and joyous it was to watch him taste a Red Delicious apple--how his face lit up with surprise and delight. I'm envious that she saw it and I didn't.

Back to the past

Yesterday's 100 words:

I find it fun to speculate on what period in my life I would return to if time travel were possible. I think I'd choose graduate school, as those two years were some of the most tumultuous yet fulfilling ones of my life. They were years of firsts: first apartment, first car, first truly adult relationship, first time I really felt like an independent woman. There are things I would like to change, of course--some of the decisions I made and the paths I took. But overall, those two years were fun years--growing years--and well worth living again.