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#bye #summer Heard a woman ask her husband to rate the pastry they were eating out of 10. He said "one of the best I've ever had, 9." Their child said, "why not 10 if it's the best you've ever had?" Why don't we rate things 10s anymore? Maybe it's because as we grow older, we start saving our perfect 10s for some elusive, perfect moment we imagine is just around the corner. We become masters of comparison– we nitpick and dissect, always aware of the little imperfections. But to a child, something can simply be the best because, in that moment, it is the best. Maybe that’s why the summers of our childhood felt so endless and perfect. Rate things a 10! Not because it’s flawless, but because you choose to stop waiting for a perfect version of it to come along. I rate this summer a 10. (and my chocolate croissant)