Sunday, September 01, 2013
By definition, anything I remember "wasn't that long ago".
I remember stories of WWII when I was a kid, since every man on the block had served, but since I was born in 1949, I had no first hand knowledge of the time. I vividly remember Vietnam, my first husband served there while I was home with our first baby, yet WWII seems like a million years ago while Vietnam seems like just yesterday.
When I think of all the things that have happened between a long ago time in my life, and now, it seems like a long time. But my vivid memories of the time or event make it seem like it just happened. I remember high school, and the misery of not fitting in because I was the fat girl with half a tooth, and I so clearly remember kids treating me badly, but when I go back to reunions, they have all grown up into wonderful people. I lost my weight shortly after high school, and they barely remember that I was fat. Time sure does smooth over rough edges if you let it.
I would love to have the energy of my younger self, I'd love to have decades of promise ahead of me, but I wouldn't want to be my young self again. Even if it just wasn't that long ago.