in which you see, smell, taste, hear or otherwise experience something
that reminds you of a repressed memory?
Well my father sent me a Google Earth image of our apartment growing
up. As soon as I saw it everything came flooding back in a wave of
nostalgia.
The apartment's front door that had a passcode to get in, I remember
seeing my dad's name on the listing of apartments.
The courtyard where I would play with my brother and all the kids from
the complex.
The path where I walked to school.
All these little things that reminded me of just how cool it was to be
a kid, and how I didnt appreciate that nearly enough when I had the
chance.
2 comments:
The thing that I miss most about childhood was the innocence. I remember riding my bike for miles without a care in the world. Todays kids can't even play on the front lawn without the fear some twisted sicko will grab them.
"how I didn't appreciate".
I realize that this statement is a sort of apology to whom I am not sure, maybe your folks.
I would have to argue that we never appreciate "in the moment" events. Society moves at such a pace that we are truly always trying to catchup, and in that we are rarely looking back and appreciating anything.
But I have always had a problem with someone telling me that I did not appreciate something. Truly they have no idea how I feel, and that their appreciation is actually a payment in feelings or some sort of outward emotion, sign, something that sticks out from the norm.
I appreciate your blog, but I'm not doing handstands. And if I don't think you appreciate this comment, I won't yell at you for not doing so.
Its an intangible that society puts a meter on to measure. Like finding the height of a ghost. Difficult, and silly.
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