“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” – The Velveteen Rabbit
I am hiking an hour or two every day. I am eating well. But I feel age creeping up. I no longer leap into the bed of the truck. Not even a scramble. My teeth are falling out. My hair is gray. I ache. I groan at exertion.
What will it be like to live in the bed of a truck as I get even older?