I was walking yesterday and saw a person playing catch with her sons. She struck me as a former cheerleader for some reason. I started thinking about the concept of where cheerleaders go when they age. From cheering about 60 yard touchdowns to cheering that Johnny can now use his sippy cup without spilling all over the floor.
Then i started thinking about where that quarterback went. I haven’t seen the quarterback of my high school football team in nearly 30 years. I wonder if he misses watching a defense unfold as he cocked his arm to launch a 60 yard pass.
Why is it that as we age it is often almost as if something is taken from us?
There are many things you gain as you get older – access to your own time etc. But you lose the glory days.