Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Reliving Life

This post prompt said, "if you could be any age for a week, what age would you choose?  As I look back on my 71+ years of life and try to choose a particular age, I find it hard to single out any particular year. I know that I wouldn't relive my teenage years for anything. They were miserable in so many ways, that revisiting them in my mind is painful enough! I don't remember too much about my early years, but I do remember those carefree years between age 7 and 13. They were glorious. We owned a lake cottage and would move there as soon as school was out and stay for the summer. I lived in a bathing suit. No shirt, no shoes. If I got hot, I dove in the water and cooled off. We had fun neighbors with kids my age, so that was fun. I didn't always have to spend time with my older brother like  at home. We had older neighbors who loved kids, baited hooks for me, removed the fish from the hooks for me if they were too wiggly for my small hands. There was woods behind our cottage where all of us kids built forts, played cowboys and indians, and had a blast.
  Those years spent  carefree, away from the hustle and bustle of "life"were grand. I remember them well.
   My early twenties were pleasant, too. But for a whole different reason. I was a college student, learning my way through life. I drank a lot of beer, swore a lot, and generally raised a goodly amount of "hell." Probably, if my parents knew all, they wouldn't have been too proud of me, but back then, we guarded our friend's secrets and they guarded ours. I survived it all and came out alright. Alright enough to marry the love of my life, father 3 children, go through the death of one child, raising of 2 more, the ups and downs that go with any relationship, yet I survived that, too.
  Now, at this ripe old age, I have come out on the other side of life, not to damaged, a whole lot wiser, though that might be questionable by some, and still kicking. I still drink beer, just not so much, I have curbed the swearing a whole lot, and I don't feel like raising too much "hell" anymore, but still think, "life is good!"

1 comment:

  1. University years were good for sure.

    I enjoyed my years with young kids.

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