I just woke up from a peaceful 4 1/2 hours of sleep so forgive me if I sound a little distant....or punchy. For some reason, possibly because of a dream I had, I am feeling a bit nostaligic and old. My song list is playing Michael Jackson at this moment...."Remember"....and I just sent an ecard (I know, so impersonal) to my best childhood friend, Shannon.... Her birthday is on April 1st. I typed a small message which included the statement "you are a big part of my best memories"....or something to that effect. So, now of course this has me thinking of those memories. Barbies on the lawn. Eating Venison for the first time. Watching her dad smoke and wondering if it tasted good. Wondering the same thing about the coffee. Playing until dark outside..... She has a brother that is my brothers age and they were best buds too which was fantastic and horrible all at the same time. Great because my brother and I were buddies for a long time and so we were still connected even when with our friends. Horrible because who wants to be around their kid
brother all the time! Either way, for me, that time in my life holds some of the BEST memories that I have. I dont seem to remember any of the bad stuff....maybe it is selective memory but who cares. I prefer to focus
on what was good in my childhood. My mom owns some of those memories....listening to Michael Jackson always draws me back to those days in West Valley. She was a cleaning fool. And she never cleaned without her music playing. When I smell cleaning products, I think of her and of Rod Stewart...and Earth Wind & Fire....The Beatles....Michael Jackson....and on and on. She had a great music collection and between her and my dad Im sure that is where I got my taste in music. Of course I cant leave Dad out.....The Secret Garden, Star Wars, my Prom dress.....mmm, to go back for a day. Actually it would take more than a day to re-live those memories. Now, Shannon is turning 37 and although this isnt a particularly significant age, it is inching awfully close to 40. I didnt really blink an eye at 30 but I believe 40 might just get me down.... a bit. I can remember my mom turning 30. I also found out recently that when my family moved into our new "BIG" home in Sandy, my mom was exactly the age that I am now. I was 12 then......where has time gone? I sound more and more like my parents everyday. I wonder if my
kids are going to have wonderful memories of their childhood as I do. Am I doing enough to give them those memories? Will they have children one day and appreciate us (Denver and I) as profoundly as I have grown to appreciate my own parents? 1971 must feel like several lifetimes ago to my parents....but Im sure they remember it as though it werent all that distant. Ian (my oldest) turns 8 this year. 8 years since his birth.....it doesnt feel like its been more than 3 and 3 years disappears so quickly you dont even realize it has passed. Until it means you will turn 40....which will be the case for me. Ian will be 11, my youngest will start kindergarten....and I will probably type another post about this subject again. "Do you remember when...."
I just woke up from a peaceful 4 1/2 hours of sleep so forgive me if I sound a little distant....or punchy. For some reason, possibly because of a dream I had, I am feeling a bit nostaligic and old. My song list is playing Michael Jackson at this moment...."Remember"....and I just sent an ecard (I know, so impersonal) to my best childhood friend, Shannon.... Her birthday is on April 1st. I typed a small message which included the statement "you are a big part of my best memories"....or something to that effect. So, now of course this has me thinking of those memories. Barbies on the lawn. Eating Venison for the first time. Watching her dad smoke and wondering if it tasted good. Wondering the same thing about the coffee. Playing until dark outside..... She has a brother that is my brothers age and they were best buds too which was fantastic and horrible all at the same time. Great because my brother and I were buddies for a long time and so we were still connected even when with our friends. Horrible because who wants to be around their kid 
brother all the time! Either way, for me, that time in my life holds some of the BEST memories that I have. I dont seem to remember any of the bad stuff....maybe it is selective memory but who cares. I prefer to focus
on what was good in my childhood. My mom owns some of those memories....listening to Michael Jackson always draws me back to those days in West Valley. She was a cleaning fool. And she never cleaned without her music playing. When I smell cleaning products, I think of her and of Rod Stewart...and Earth Wind & Fire....The Beatles....Michael Jackson....and on and on. She had a great music collection and between her and my dad Im sure that is where I got my taste in music. Of course I cant leave Dad out.....The Secret Garden, Star Wars, my Prom dress.....mmm, to go back for a day. Actually it would take more than a day to re-live those memories. Now, Shannon is turning 37 and although this isnt a particularly significant age, it is inching awfully close to 40. I didnt really blink an eye at 30 but I believe 40 might just get me down.... a bit. I can remember my mom turning 30. I also found out recently that when my family moved into our new "BIG" home in Sandy, my mom was exactly the age that I am now. I was 12 then......where has time gone? I sound more and more like my parents everyday. I wonder if my 
kids are going to have wonderful memories of their childhood as I do. Am I doing enough to give them those memories? Will they have children one day and appreciate us (Denver and I) as profoundly as I have grown to appreciate my own parents? 1971 must feel like several lifetimes ago to my parents....but Im sure they remember it as though it werent all that distant. Ian (my oldest) turns 8 this year. 8 years since his birth.....it doesnt feel like its been more than 3 and 3 years disappears so quickly you dont even realize it has passed. Until it means you will turn 40....which will be the case for me. Ian will be 11, my youngest will start kindergarten....and I will probably type another post about this subject again. "Do you remember when...."
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That picture of you is hilarious. Isn't it true that time feels like it flies by, especially the older we get!
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