A Child’s View of Retirement
After a summer vacation, the teacher asked her small pupils how they spent their holidays. One small boy’s reply went like this:
We always spend our vacation with grandma and grandpa. They used to live up here in a big brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida.
The live in a place with a lot of retarded people in cement houses where they say “cat walk” outside the door. They go to a big building they call the wrecked hall. But if it was wrecked, it is all fixed up now.
They ride big 3-wheel tricycles and play games and do exercises – but not very good. There is a swimming pool and they go in and just stand there in the water with their hats on and talk about their doctors and their pressures and their children and “2-fers”… My grandma used to bake cookies and make lots of chicken soup. Now we eat “almost home” and our chicken soup comes from a Swiss chalet at 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
As you come into their park, there is a dollhouse with a man sitting in it. He watches all day so they can’t get our without him seeing them. Everybody wears badges with their names on them. I guess they don’t know who they are.
My grandma says grandpa worked hard all his life and earned his retardment. I wish they would move back home, but I guess the man in the dollhouse won’t let them out.
We always spend our vacation with grandma and grandpa. They used to live up here in a big brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida.
The live in a place with a lot of retarded people in cement houses where they say “cat walk” outside the door. They go to a big building they call the wrecked hall. But if it was wrecked, it is all fixed up now.
They ride big 3-wheel tricycles and play games and do exercises – but not very good. There is a swimming pool and they go in and just stand there in the water with their hats on and talk about their doctors and their pressures and their children and “2-fers”… My grandma used to bake cookies and make lots of chicken soup. Now we eat “almost home” and our chicken soup comes from a Swiss chalet at 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
As you come into their park, there is a dollhouse with a man sitting in it. He watches all day so they can’t get our without him seeing them. Everybody wears badges with their names on them. I guess they don’t know who they are.
My grandma says grandpa worked hard all his life and earned his retardment. I wish they would move back home, but I guess the man in the dollhouse won’t let them out.
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