I would row to the beach and skip stones. At first i wouldn’t be any good at it, because I hadn’t done in in a while. But I’d get better at picking the smoothest, flattest stones and giving them the right lateral jerk and a little spin so they would skip. By the last day of the trip I’d be able to skip the stone twice more often than not on the cool glassy cove water. I was always trying for 3 skips but never got there. My parents would drag me back into the dinghy and to our boat, and we’d sail back home.
I was a precocious kid. I mastered reading early, had huge vocabulary, spoke in paragraphs at a young age, and was always in an advanced class. Even in my weak subjects like math and biology I did better than most other kids; I was an academic star. From kindergarten straight through the senior year in high school I was almost a perfect student. I went off to UCLA as a Regents Scholar with honors privileges and the works.
Unfortunately, I didn’t grow up. Emotionally I was defenseless, my social experience was dreadfully lacking, and I had no discipline. Starting at age 18 my life slowly fell apart, and since my early twenties I’ve had an uphill battle to survive in society. A lot of my friends now are ten or more years younger than I am, and far more experienced and tougher and more resilient. I’m still 12, somehow.
I want to sail that boat back to Catalina, row ashore at White’s Cove, and skip stones. I want to get to three skips, no matter how long it takes. And then I want to sail back and start over and actually grow up this time and have a youth during my youth, and actually go through my teens and twenties like some kind of normal person instead of being too withdrawn and immature to live my life. I want a do-over.
But instead, I’m entering middle age still dragging my childish self along like a beat-up teddy bear, and watching everyone else move past me, more grown up than I’ll ever be. And I’m afraid that the only growing up I’ll get to do now is the worst part, the part where I swallow down my pride and my desire and take the half-broken life I was given. There aren’t any do-overs, and the stone only skips twice.