it was july.
it was insatiably sunny.
it was the early 1990's.
sitting in my parent's kitchen in the middle of the day (it was summer vacay, you see) i decided to pass on one more homemade popsicle from the freezer (mmmmm, cherry), flow through the door, and out into the blaring sunshine when it hit me.
"i don't want to be a kid anymore."
it's odd how i can clearly remember myself, walking up and down the boulevard on 5th street, (no doubt being watched by all of our 80+ year old neighbors) and wanting nothing more than to be a 20something, with all that independence, freedom, and money. cha-ching!
i can remember thinking that 25 was the ultimate age.
your own house,
your own car,
your own wife,
your own income,
your own everything.
as a kid, i was trapped inside all day, was ruled by my parents, constantly wanting more out of life. i wanted to explore and discover, dammit! and i was getting tired of the shitty sand in the sandbox.
now, as a semi-adult, i long for that time back.
instead of looming deadlines, i had tv schedules to remember.
instead of writing papers, i had pools to fill.
instead of rent to pay, i had disney movies to watch.
instead of paying for groceries, i could yell "mom! what's for dinner?!"
although.......i don't have to mow the grass anymore.
i miss spending so much time with my parents. now that they're suh-weet.
blast!
allow me to be cliche, but
"you don't know what you got till it's gone."
and that's the thought of the day.
starting now.
