I have this rule for myself. Whenever I think of a loved one, I try to call them if even just for a few minutes because I often think about the reality that I will likely be attending the funerals of many of the people I now love. Last Thanksgiving when my grandmother introduced me to a friend, she said, "This is the one I told you about. He's the only grandchild who ever calls me."
my mom does that with me, she calls me often just to tell me one thing that she thought of. it is pretty endearing!
I used to like to go out with my best friend who lived up the street when it rained. We lived on a hill and we would make boats made of leaves and have "boat races" down the hill. When we got back our moms would make us hot cocoa and pastries.
It sounds silly but it was exhilarating. Our imaginations made us feel we were inside the leaf boat rafting down something on scale with the Colorado river.
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Originally Posted by Edgar
Spamtar - a strange combination of boorish drunkeness and erudite discussions, or what I call "an Irish academic"
I miss not being responsible for much. You think adulthood means freedom, but it doesn't....
I also miss the ease with which I created....I didn't really second-guess myself. I just followed my imagination and explored ideas and dove into my little art projects with little need for external motivation. I think I was more "original" also because I had less frame of reference and influence from experience and knowledge.
"Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself. But it's always with love - So much love it looks like everything else. Charlotte Sometimes - So far away, glass sealed and pretty." - The Cure
I miss the thought that real responsibility was still so far away. That's about it. I'll always have my memories (unless I become a vegetable or something).
stress, responsibility, time constraints. At least in the adult realm, are my three most undesired things. In small doses, they aren't bad. But the weight of the fear of the future scares me more than death at times. I am more often falling into the hope that I could make an ideal world where they don't exist and am disappointed when I still wake up in the same place. I feel this is caused by my peers seeming to have ambition and direction where I usually lack them nearly completely.
I miss yards without fences. I miss buying a ton of candy for a dollar. I miss being able to ride horses for $5/hour. I miss not having to wear seat belts. I miss Kung Fu Theater on Saturdays. I miss making our own Kung Fu movies with a Super 8 camera and ad libbing the script.
I miss digging an underground fort in the forest behind our house and pretending we were archeologists in Egypt.
I miss daring each other to sneak onto the farmer's property behind our houses at dusk and touch a grave stone (I don't miss getting shot in the arse with salt rock).
I miss building snow forts. I miss pretending the cars were space craft driven by Cyborgs and the headlights were laser beams.
I miss Independence Day being my favorite holiday of the year.
I miss turning every moment into an adventure and being able to sit in class all day imagining I was a secret agent (Calvin and Hobbes style) or whatever else came to mind.
I miss being able to play and relax. I miss feeling like life was magical and safe. I miss having an hour of free time every evening after supper to study the stars and think deeply.
I miss sitting with my friends and believing we would grow up and change the world for the better. I miss feeling like we were on the brink of an amazing future and hanging out in the arcades playing Space Invaders and Astroids.
I miss feeling like Star Wars Episode 4 (A New Hope) was the most amazing special effects ever!
I miss family road trips.
I miss sneaking downstairs on Thursday nights to watch Monty Python's Flying Circus with my dad. I miss being able to ask my dad anything and him having an answer.
I miss my Uncle Els the cowboy and summers spent on his ranch in Idaho. I miss fishing with my Grandpa and letters of wisdom from my Grandma.
I miss my mom's cooking. I miss my brother being able to understand how my mind worked . . .
I miss believing I would do a better job with my kids than my parents did with me.