Saturday Scribbles Vol 2.12

Happy Saturday my friends. I am back today. I've not been out of town or anything over the past couple of weeks, just busy. And I didn't exactly have anything planned. But I do today.

I was thinking the other day about my relationships with my cousins. I have several on both sides of the family. My oldest cousin is 7 years (to the day) older than me and my youngest cousin is 20 years younger. I was in college when my youngest cousin was born.

A recreation of a photo when we were little. My mom's side.
My oldest cousin is on the far right. 

It's funny how generational ideas go. If you look at the fact that my father and my youngest cousin's father are brothers, then we are in the same generation. But as far as the social generation, you know the Baby Boomers, the Gen X, etc, goes we are in different ones. There is a big difference in the experiences I had growing up and her experiences.

Then I started thinking even more. I was 11 years old when my oldest cousin graduated from high school. There's a pretty big difference between a high school graduate and a 6th grader. Somewhere along the way though, that age line blurred. And now, my oldest cousin and I are more than cousins, we're friends. Probably pretty good friends.

But at what age does that line blur? I think it blurred between my oldest cousin and I sometime between the time I started college and the time I graduated college. But then again, 7 years is a lot less time than 20.

My youngest cousin is a sweetheart. I have a hard time realizing that she's now 18 (or will be by the end of the month). It'll be fun to see what this young lady will do with her life. I'm sure that at some point, maybe, the age line will blur and I may not even notice the age difference between us.

But in all seriousness, have you ever thought about how that age line is huge when we're little, but as we move into adulthood, it doesn't seem to matter much?