SelfPub: Beads and drops

As a result, the Boy accidentally bumped an older woman.
"Sorry," he said.
- You rascal! - shouted the old woman and swung at him with his cane.
The boy was so astonished that couldn't even scared or offended. It seemed to him that all the old people are very kind and always ready to make friends. As the Grandmother from the eighth floor or the Old man in a shabby coat.
- There is such a person, explained Ohase Grandmother, who always feel out of place. Not in your house, or city, or even the body. As a child, they always want to be big and serious, when you grow up - again dream of becoming a children. And in old age are totally lost. Because I never was me. You see, to be an old man or old woman is so cool! You can knit as you want. To walk very slowly. To read books on the couch, to NAP and to read again. And nobody tells you about deadlines, and you don't think how to save for a new car. But all are aware of this only people who managed to visit children and young adults. You know?
The boy understood not all. But from that day he decided not to dream about what will grow tomorrow or the next day. Because, honestly, he and the Boy had a good life.