A Trip, Stumble and Fall Down Memory Lane
Well.
There is a small boy with tri-colored hair psychically poking me now, or there should be in a perfect world. My namesake is having way too much fun.
Within the last two weeks, I've been located by no less than four old friends (and I do mean old, not as in themselves any more particularly ancient than I am, but just that all this happened two decades ago-- that might be longer than some people who could potentially read this have been alive) who all felt the urge to track me down and see how I was doing. Just out of the blue.
I can honestly say I had no idea that I'd left a part of my heart with these people, or that someday some 20-odd years later the Reunion would begin (oops, sorry, too much Final Fantasy 7 lately. Those who've played the game or seen 'Advent Children' will get the joke.) Yes, I remembered them fondly. Some of my clearest older memories (and I've never been any great shakes with time, years run together in my memory very badly, always have) were times shared with these people. We were young then.
I guess, in my heart, in my spirit, I still am. We all are.
So okay, Yugi, wherever you are. I admit it. You're right. Even in this cynical old world of ours, where it's hard to find a real mystery or wonder, friendship does last forever.
I think I'm gonna plan a road trip. Not tomorrow, not next month, but soon. Maybe it isn't possible to recapture your youth; maybe some of us don't want to. But maybe it is possible to find the hands you once held while you went laughing through the dark together, and see if we all remember how to keep in step with the old songs.
There is a small boy with tri-colored hair psychically poking me now, or there should be in a perfect world. My namesake is having way too much fun.
Within the last two weeks, I've been located by no less than four old friends (and I do mean old, not as in themselves any more particularly ancient than I am, but just that all this happened two decades ago-- that might be longer than some people who could potentially read this have been alive) who all felt the urge to track me down and see how I was doing. Just out of the blue.
I can honestly say I had no idea that I'd left a part of my heart with these people, or that someday some 20-odd years later the Reunion would begin (oops, sorry, too much Final Fantasy 7 lately. Those who've played the game or seen 'Advent Children' will get the joke.) Yes, I remembered them fondly. Some of my clearest older memories (and I've never been any great shakes with time, years run together in my memory very badly, always have) were times shared with these people. We were young then.
I guess, in my heart, in my spirit, I still am. We all are.
So okay, Yugi, wherever you are. I admit it. You're right. Even in this cynical old world of ours, where it's hard to find a real mystery or wonder, friendship does last forever.
I think I'm gonna plan a road trip. Not tomorrow, not next month, but soon. Maybe it isn't possible to recapture your youth; maybe some of us don't want to. But maybe it is possible to find the hands you once held while you went laughing through the dark together, and see if we all remember how to keep in step with the old songs.