Once I was a baby. I looked at everything with newborn eyes. My parents fed me; they changed my dirty diapers. Once my parents were babies. They crawled about, babbled cheerful nonesense. My grandparents wiped the drool from their mouths. Once my grandparents were babies. Then they grew old. Some of them have died. Someday my parents will grow old and die. Someday I will too.

We will wonder what babies grow to be