Going back
The other day on my lunch break, I went to my mom's. It was such a nice day that I took a little walk around the block. Now, I grew up in this neighborhood. I drive by the houses and areas I used to play at every day. But somehow I noticed everything seemed so different on foot. The smells and the sights..the cracks in the road...all seemed to just erase the past several years and bring me right back to my youth. It was the strangest feeling. As I walked past my friend's houses, friends who have long since moved, I looked at the yards & reminisced ,noticed all the changes in the houses & yards. It sounds strange, but I actually think part of me resented the new owners of the houses! LOL. It was like they represented change...
Wow, things were so much easier when I was little. Why is that? Why do we spend our entire youth trying so desperately to grow up and the rest of our lives wishing we were young? I know this is not some great philosophical discovery, but lately it is something that seems to be relevant to my life.
I want a do-over. That's all I have to say... :)
Wow, things were so much easier when I was little. Why is that? Why do we spend our entire youth trying so desperately to grow up and the rest of our lives wishing we were young? I know this is not some great philosophical discovery, but lately it is something that seems to be relevant to my life.
I want a do-over. That's all I have to say... :)