Growing Old... Too Soon
I watched Nacho Libre (with my sons) today and discovered that, alas, I have lost my child-like sense of wonder. Sigh.
While I did not hate the movie, I didn't like it either. Or at least I didn't enjoy it the way the boys did.
Perhaps it's the simplistic story (a friar who has since childhood wanted to be a luchador -- a wrestler-- beating the odds and eventually becoming #1, with a crush on a nun and some comedy with a sidekick thrown in between)  that turned me off.  Or maybe it's the overall theme -- wrestling; a man's arena, with which I can't relate.  Maybe it's that I was frustrated by the questions (or the lack of it) turning up in my previous post.  Or maybe I no longer know how to enjoy myself -- a case of growing old, too soon.
Sigh. I hope not.
 
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