I thought that I knew it all,
but as it turns out,
I didn't know anything,
and that which I did think that I knew,
hasn't done me any good,
up until now.
I am still getting use to the idea,
that my parents may not have been as dumb as I thought that they were.
it turns out slowly,
so very slowly,
that I am beginning to think that I was the dumb one.
in the end,
when you think that I should start knowing better,
I am still thinking,
that it is a shame that we have got to get old.