It seems that anything worth doing is worth doing head-first. Is this a boy thing? Is it a personality trait? Is this reckless abandon something I could stand to learn to incorporate into my own life? Am I fated to spend the next eighteen years standing at the foot of the metaphorical slide, wondering how I am going to catch this bullet of a kid at the bottom?
I am a careful person, and though I am neither graceful nor athletic, I have never broken a bone or had to heal from any serious injury. I am keenly aware of my physical limits, and am not about to make myself uncomfortable pushing them. This kid, though. He must take after his father.