flashback
i was 17 again this weekend. got to hang out with jessie and megan. i looked at pictures from high school and laughed at old jokes, like just 5 minutes had gone by, not 5 years. i rode in jessie's punchbug and strolled the streets of springville at the dairy fest. i saw old faces that i had not seen in years. some looked the same, some better, some worse. walmart. i walked with megan and got ice cream, while sorting through life's problems, and laughing so hard i almost peed my pants. "do you like lovin'?" thank you, for that memory! i spent the night at megan's house- in the same room, in the same bed, with the same friend. i fought with my mom after being home for about 30 seconds. yes. i was 17 again.
you know how when you watch tv or a movie and the characters have a flashback, and they always remember it so vividly? clear as day... i always wondered about that, b/c memories have never been that focused and real for me before. until i sat on the lawn behind the high school, staring at the football field and remembering so much. it felt like i never left. for 17 years i dreamt of leaving home. has it really been 5 years since i have? why can't i shake this yearning to return? not just home, but to the past.
naturally, since i was home and feeling all sorts of nostalgia, i had to read through my diary and yearbooks. i don't really have the words to express what i felt while i was reading through there. i can only say that some things just never change. both good and bad. and that is all....
you know how when you watch tv or a movie and the characters have a flashback, and they always remember it so vividly? clear as day... i always wondered about that, b/c memories have never been that focused and real for me before. until i sat on the lawn behind the high school, staring at the football field and remembering so much. it felt like i never left. for 17 years i dreamt of leaving home. has it really been 5 years since i have? why can't i shake this yearning to return? not just home, but to the past.
naturally, since i was home and feeling all sorts of nostalgia, i had to read through my diary and yearbooks. i don't really have the words to express what i felt while i was reading through there. i can only say that some things just never change. both good and bad. and that is all....