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Homonym = Young Adult

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adolescenceWhen I was trying to figure out what genre “The Tower” belonged in, I rummaged a lot of things around in my head.  For some reason I thought about the young adult (teen-ager) of today and those of past generations.  They are all the same, but at the same time they are different.

A homonym is a word that is spelled the same but has a different meaning.  You know, like wound and wound (He wound the bandage tight around the wound.)  I look at todays teens and marvel at their knowledge and ingenuity, but there were teens with knowledge and ingenuity way back when.  If there hadn’t been we wouldn’t be where we are today.  Everyone alive and dead who reached adulthood went though those years.

Speaking as a sixty-two year old, looking back, I can see how through the ages we have remained the same. Customs were different, but the emotions, longing to change the life we had, struggling to become an adult remained the same. Back when I was a young-adult I remember wanting to reach that milestone of sixteen years so I could drive a car, eighteen to vote, twenty-one to drink.  I have to think eons ago a young person was wanting to be older than  they were.  Maybe a young woman could go to the market, or out gathering food without always having someone by her side. A boy wanting to be old enough to go on a hunt with his father. The more we changed, the more we stayed the same.  We have different opportunities because of advancements, but every generation had advancements of some kind.

Do you think young adults from past generations did not find ways to entertain themselves.   Today there is video games. Back whenever there were parlor games, church social, fighting, or whatever.

Do you remember your teenage years with joy in your heart?  They are something you don’t forget. You may want to, but it doesn’t happen.  Where you the top of the social school ladder or an outcast because you were different?  That leads to another conversation, so I won’t go there.  Five of my grandkids are in their teen years and I have to laugh, because now my children are paying for their raising.