Buddy

Buddy is a boy of 8 years or so. He is one of those eternally dirty children. He didn't so much walk as run into the room that we use to "tutor" elementary kids. He was skinny, sweaty, and dirty. He rode his bike. I helped him get a couple of his answers right on his time-telling-worksheet. I helped him build a pyramid with the jenga blocks, then I helped him knock it down. We played tag until he was bored.
His energy tired me and made me smile.
His simplicity confused me and made me smile.
His youth aged me and made me sad.