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newnumber6So, today I had to be out of the house this afternoon due to an Open House here. So, I decided to visit my grandmother and brother. Instead of getting a ride like I usually do on such visits, since I was the only one going I took the bus. Which let me off some distance from the place. So, as it turns out, I walked pretty well the same route I used to walk home from school. It's been something like 8 years since I walked that particular route.
It was odd, it hadn't changed pretty much at all. Oh, a few of the houses looked different, but otherwise, I half-expected it to turn into one of those twilight zone episodes where the guy runs into his younger self on a visit to his old neighborhood. Sadly, this didn't happen, but I still got to walk down the proverbial memory lane, observing the cyclical nature of life. Seeing kids who might as well have been me and my friends, because they were doing much the same sorts of things (well, at least what I could observe from a distance, anyway). Remembering things. There's my old school. There's a tree we used to climb and hang out on during breaks. There's where one of my friends used to live, where we used to play D&D or Marvel during lunch. There's where I used to hang with him while he delivered his papers. That's where his dog caught me by surprise while I was holding his leash and took off running, dragging me off my feet and onto the street, banging my head into the curb and scraping my leg pretty bad (I didn't complain, but I did decide that I was going to go home rather than stick around). (Actually, I'm rather surprised I remember that last one. ;)) There's where we all got into a snowball fight with 9th graders when we were 7th. There's where those other kids used to try to harrass me on the way home from school. There's where I single-handedly stopped an alien invasion. And so on.
It actually made me feel old. Normally I usually say that in my head, I feel like a teenager still. On that walk, connected to my memories again, and remembering how long ago they were, I felt older, maybe too old, like too much of my life has passed me by. I guess 'bittersweet' is the word.
On the whole I'm glad I went that way, but still, a bit more depressing.
It was odd, it hadn't changed pretty much at all. Oh, a few of the houses looked different, but otherwise, I half-expected it to turn into one of those twilight zone episodes where the guy runs into his younger self on a visit to his old neighborhood. Sadly, this didn't happen, but I still got to walk down the proverbial memory lane, observing the cyclical nature of life. Seeing kids who might as well have been me and my friends, because they were doing much the same sorts of things (well, at least what I could observe from a distance, anyway). Remembering things. There's my old school. There's a tree we used to climb and hang out on during breaks. There's where one of my friends used to live, where we used to play D&D or Marvel during lunch. There's where I used to hang with him while he delivered his papers. That's where his dog caught me by surprise while I was holding his leash and took off running, dragging me off my feet and onto the street, banging my head into the curb and scraping my leg pretty bad (I didn't complain, but I did decide that I was going to go home rather than stick around). (Actually, I'm rather surprised I remember that last one. ;)) There's where we all got into a snowball fight with 9th graders when we were 7th. There's where those other kids used to try to harrass me on the way home from school. There's where I single-handedly stopped an alien invasion. And so on.
It actually made me feel old. Normally I usually say that in my head, I feel like a teenager still. On that walk, connected to my memories again, and remembering how long ago they were, I felt older, maybe too old, like too much of my life has passed me by. I guess 'bittersweet' is the word.
On the whole I'm glad I went that way, but still, a bit more depressing.
