I did not remember my childhood, my homework, what I had for breakfast, or what I was even doing here.. Not until recently, I have been working on it. It all started while sitting at the Taco Bell in Rexburg, ID with Eric Larney, my roommate. We shared stories with each other about when we were little and the stupid things we did. And after i shared a story, i remember two more. Things that happened 10 years ago only seem like a couple. We were like dogs, ignorant yet blissful, only caring about what we had right then and there and we never planned anything out, ever. And we were happy. We only relied on our parents and teachers. And now my memory is returning. I hope i can write down everything important to me. Doing this opened up a whole new world to me and I feel fresh.
Later, i was walking around BYU-idaho campus and saw a group of children all holding hands walking through the campus. They looked at me, I looked at them, then looked at me. wow! im so old! i remember being in middle school and walking around UCLA with my dad, who was a professor there, and seeing all the old college kids. And now i am one of them.
Life moves and time will never take any time off. If you don't progress with it, it will progress without you.
Now i am working at a kid's camp I walk them around, teach them golf, and swim with them. They are ages 4-12. Seeing them run around mad, hearing them barter candy and chips and golf balls and the wild things they say is funny. Because i remember thinking just like them when i was little.
You and I were just like them.
One day i am going to be writing when i'm an old man seeing young kids in their twenties, thinking, wow, time moves fast... And it will feel like tomorrow..
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