The Good Old Days

The Good Old Days

 Most things of our childhoods we don’t remember.
 We all have wished that we could just grow up, when we were younger we did all we could to look like adults and be treated like adults, even though we never for one second acted like one Once we leave school all our attention is focused on other things. What once was racing our bikes to school or worrying if the girl biology likes you or not, is now praying about if your boss is going to give you a raise or hoping you don’t get evicted from your apartment.
 
 When your children ask you how you were when you were their age, you take a minute to think and try to remember. Thus, brushing the question off and saying “I don’t remember” and the conversation is over. You say stuff like “We were never like that” when you and your partner see two people tongue kissing.

 Sometimes we remember the worst parts of it, like being bullied at school or breaking your arm when you fell, while being chased by an angry doberman. You remember you had friends, but you have not talked to them in years and the only thing you’ve done is friend request them on Facebook, but not actually connect with them or make plans to visit each other. You no longer talk to them, because the kid that you one played Atari with everyday for 4 years of your adolescence is now in the opposite political party from youtd.

  They have their own family, they have their jobs, their own relationships and responsibilities and you do too. The world is going so fast. That now the neighborhood you grew up in which seemed like the whole world, now suddenly looks small and insignificant. The dream you had of touching the moon and becoming an astronaut is melancholic, because you now go everyday to an office where you prepare peoples taxes and go home to your family just to go to sleep.

  You don’t remember times like when you and your best friend egged the neighbor’s yard on the Halloween of 88’ or riding in the back of your Uncle’s Pickup truck when you guys were 12 eating those horrible candy cigarettes.
  
 “The good old days” have been placed in the back of your mind, where you have no longer bothered to reach it.

                                    -  Anonymous