It’s crazy how I can look back through these same eyes and see a completely different era.
An era of baggy pants, no cell phones, and magazines with my favorite celebrities waiting at the supermarket to be bought with my allowance. I would take them home, cut out the pictures I loved, and add them to a homemade collage. There was no posting it for anyone else to see. It was just mine, taped together on my bedroom wall because those were the things I loved at that moment.
I remember what youth felt like. I remember the air, the freedom, and being completely tuned into whatever was happening right in front of me. A social life existed without being constantly reachable. Plans were made ahead of time. Conversations ended when we went home. There was space between one day and the next.
Sometimes I miss that space.
Now I can sit in my car, gaze out the window as the sun begins to settle, and realize I am still looking at the world through those same eyes.
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