Coming Home Again
I'm at the stage of my life where there are more years behind me than there are ahead of me. That's not being morbid, that's just how it is. As I get older, the people important to me early in life are once more an important part of my thoughts and being. It's almost as if all the cliques about returning to your childhood are being proved true.
I know there were bad times growing up. I was an over weight, dysfunctional kid who never dated. (Thanks Mom!) but those memories are hard to recall. Instead I remember twirling batons in my backyard. Bringing friends home for lunch. Band trips and performances. Ball games and geeking out for pizza and laughs at my house after the games. Christmas trees that wouldn't stay standing and talking in the hallways of the high school.
They're good memories. It's as if a natual sifting has occured and the good memories have risen to the top, stamping out the bad.
It is with no small amount of joy that I'm reconnecting with those people. Returning to the beginning again, so to speak. Having one more opportunity to tell them: You were important to me. You helped to shape me. I appreciate you.
It brings it's own sense of peace, even in a hectic, hurried world.
I know there were bad times growing up. I was an over weight, dysfunctional kid who never dated. (Thanks Mom!) but those memories are hard to recall. Instead I remember twirling batons in my backyard. Bringing friends home for lunch. Band trips and performances. Ball games and geeking out for pizza and laughs at my house after the games. Christmas trees that wouldn't stay standing and talking in the hallways of the high school.
They're good memories. It's as if a natual sifting has occured and the good memories have risen to the top, stamping out the bad.
It is with no small amount of joy that I'm reconnecting with those people. Returning to the beginning again, so to speak. Having one more opportunity to tell them: You were important to me. You helped to shape me. I appreciate you.
It brings it's own sense of peace, even in a hectic, hurried world.