On being five
Hel--
Today we became five year olds again, and then twelve. We played pretend when we were five. I ended up really hurting Shanna's feelings, and she wasnt's my friend anymore, and I REALLY though that we wouldn't be able to talk again. We ended up being ok afterwards, luckily she realized it was a game, and that we are adults. that was cool.
He told us to picture our homes. Somehow I remembered the rec room perfectly, every detail, but I hadn't seen it that way since i was 13. But there it was, in my mind, and it hit me really hard. Immediately I felt scared, and sad. Because I wasn't five and in my house. I am 18, being five, and skewing history approriately. I was an outside observer, in this darkened moth balled room that represented the bulk of my childhood. There was no one there, and nothing for me there, but the shocking memory of childhood. I was standing at one end of the room, and for the life of me, I would not be able to go any further into the room, because it wasn't mine anymore, it was the Past's.
Psychology is so cool.
-Sam
Today we became five year olds again, and then twelve. We played pretend when we were five. I ended up really hurting Shanna's feelings, and she wasnt's my friend anymore, and I REALLY though that we wouldn't be able to talk again. We ended up being ok afterwards, luckily she realized it was a game, and that we are adults. that was cool.
He told us to picture our homes. Somehow I remembered the rec room perfectly, every detail, but I hadn't seen it that way since i was 13. But there it was, in my mind, and it hit me really hard. Immediately I felt scared, and sad. Because I wasn't five and in my house. I am 18, being five, and skewing history approriately. I was an outside observer, in this darkened moth balled room that represented the bulk of my childhood. There was no one there, and nothing for me there, but the shocking memory of childhood. I was standing at one end of the room, and for the life of me, I would not be able to go any further into the room, because it wasn't mine anymore, it was the Past's.
Psychology is so cool.
-Sam