I don’t know why I decided to walk down memory lane…maybe its just the old albums I pulled out the other day or maybe it’s just the same old feeling I had 10 years ago, watching Wrestlemania 24. Maybe it was photo’s of my ex girlfriend and me together. The truth is…you have all these memories with you and sometimes you wonder if there’s anyone apart from you who’s going to really appreciate them.

So many things change when you grow up. One day you’re in diapers, the next you’re gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder. When you’re a little kid you’re a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time.

1989. I still remember that summer so vividly. That was the year I could say stark reality dawned on me…for reasons best left unsaid for now. I felt all grown up. Friends, family, expectations, conditions, politics, complications. It was one hell of a lesson for me. Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what’s to come. But that night, I think I knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn’t have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves… for growing up.

Song playing in my head while writing this: