after christmas downtime
I found myself, this morning, googling my childhood home, I satellited in and retraced the steps between my front door and my best friends house. I looked for the woods between the railroad tracks where we used to build our fort. I even found my old schools. The playground was missing.
What is it about relatives that makes you go back in time?
My mother fixes my plate and then minds my children as if they were five again.
My mind wonders back to old adventures, to old haunts; Gatorland, Lake Mary and the zoo with the monkey that escaped, fishing under the bridge and riding my bike across town. Was it better then?
I stop myself.
Then I didn't have my children and my daughter didn't have her love. How could I be happier without them?
What is it about relatives that sends you back?
