I am not sure why…but…for some reason, I keep getting older. Last thing I remember was playing bicycle tag with John and Billy on Lynmore Avenue. And then enjoying “mistakes” at Weir’s Ice Cream (“mistakes” is a code word for ice cream sundaes rejected by customers, but free for us clever kids who knew to ask for them.)
Then…all of a sudden…I was married, had a child, and was paying bills. Lots of them. Oh yeah. And tons of student loans!
Please don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind being an adult. I actually really enjoy it.
And having a family has been the most fulfilling and rewarding experience I have ever had. (Well…other than getting my first Nintendo on that amazing Christmas morning back in the 80s!)
Dissing adulthood, and all its responsibilities, is not my point. Rather. I am just baffled how quickly time moves. When you are a kid, a summer can feel like a lifetime. But after you turn 21, five years can go by in a blink of an eye.
Strange. Very strange, indeed.
Although my childhood is well behind me. I remember it fondly. I recall days when I would just sit and play with my He-Man figures. And other days, when my friends and I played basketball for hours upon hours in the driveway.
I look back on those days not to dwell in the past or to long for a time that has come and gone. No, I look back on that time-period because it brings a smile to my face. And that’s good enough for me.
Every point in life has its moment. You live it. And then tomorrow arrives.
So… when I look back on the fun I had as a child. The innocence that I once possessed. The wonderment that filled my brain.
I remember all of it with fondness…and without regret.
My childhood has shaped the man I am today. And each day, I try to improve who I am. So, hopefully, when I am 80 years old, I can look back upon this point in my life with the same fondness I have for my early years.
(P.S. After I took and processed that photo, I stared at it…And, the image completely reminded me of Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner. Right? Can’t you just picture a wooden Acme crate crashing on Coyote’s head?!)