You know you want to. One big puff and the seeds will scatter in that satisfying burst of flying fluff that you remember so well from childhood. Only now you know that you would be planting hundreds of dandelions that you would only have to pull up later.
What looks different to you now than it did in your childhood?
There seem to be, for me, a very different look on the faces of mothers now than my remembrance of my own mother’s face when I was a small child. I have as my own recollection a calm, kind but motherly authoritative look on my mother’s face and in her demeanor. Now, there are times when I am shopping and mothers and young are together, there appears to me to be a sense of troubled concern on some mothers’ faces. I understand this now because I realize what a major responsibility it is to be a MOTHER. Perhaps mine covered up her concern for me as her young child or perhaps I never noticed it myself.