Its crazy to think about how fast the years are going, one moment you’re in elementry school playing on the play ground, and next thing you know BAM life hits you with a brick. I’ve been thinking deep about this for the past few weeks, what happened ? What happened to not worrying? What happened to dreams and toys. What happened to when “boys where yucky?” And “girls had coodies.” What happened to our childhood? Why does this have to be so fast? I remember my first day at Apollo, I remember everyone I used to hangout with, what happend to those days? Why did everyone split up? Why didn’t we just all stick together? What happened to waking up early just to watch the morning carntoons? What happened to “show and tell” Or “Heads up sevenup”? What happened to friends who said “we will be friends forever” ? What happened to family? What happened to all the family who said ” I’m here for you no matter what?” … We all became strangers, when in fact we all grew up together. What happened to YOU? I know everyone has to grow up , but why go seperate ways? I remember going to the Boys and Girls club everyday! I remember playing basketball, volley ball, heck I even remember playing Capture The Flag! And having Girls night, and spending the night at the Boys and girls, or even the small dances they had… , I also remember being picked on, and bullied .. I remember throwing a desk in class because of that. I remember not caring what anyone thought of me Hell, I’m tall, yea! I’m quiet! I’m nerdy. but I’m also honest. and the Best motha fucking friend someone can have!. I think back and say “what the hell happened to everyone?” Why couldn’t we all just go back to the fun days when having “SWAG” wasn’t cool or putting on makeup wasnt a big priority, when begging your parents to spend the night at your friends house was your biggest worry, when nobody knew what SEX was. How everyone had fun based on imagination , and being creative. why can’t we all just go back? what happened to those days?…
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I wonder the same thing sometimes. It’s a shame we can’t go back to those times, isn’t it? For some it was hard, being bullied is never fun, for most, it was easy.
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Wow haven’t thought about it like that. True indeed.
My family split, moved apart
Best friend committed suicide “still don’t know why” saw him almost everyday.
Maybe the saying is true? Time flies while you are having fun. Ain’t that a stab in the back?
Asà es la vida. Lo que será, será.
Man you said it…..its like…what the fuck happened? well to keep it short and simple…we grew up….time took its toll and reality started to slowly reveal itself to us….although I’d much rather prefer to be trapped in the delusion that is childhood but nope….it just doesn’t work that way…. I would do ANYTHING to go back…anything….literally anything just to relive those days over and truly appreciate them…
As kids we had no idea that the reality we knew was much different from the actual reality we exist in….when you overheard a T.V say “Murder, Robbery or Rape” You didn’t give a shit because it wasn’t talking about cartoons….We had no idea about anything that wasn’t concerning childhood….ask any child…most of them think they will be a child forever despite seeing adults they never make the connection that they will one day be an adult….
I remember being a snot nosed brat oblivious to everything…I didn’t know what a kidnapper or rapist was….Didn’t know what war was….Didn’t know what suicide was….all those things were empty words to me….I miss that ….I miss the ignorance and joyfulness of childhood
Youth is not an imaginary force, it’s very much real. But only in America, where the handicapped are proud, and such abhorrent values as safety, divisive efficiency, and early retirement are religion, it’s no wonder the imagination, love, and fearlessness that comes with youth is suppressed and misguided into public schooling where one is learned to depend upon a broken system of massive egos jockeying for control of exponential volume.
I wasn’t oblivious as a kid. I knew about all the shit that went on. Meh. I think it’s better if children are aware of some things. My favorite uncle committed suicide when I was 8-years-old, after all. He was a nice guy, but he had issues, and his wife and kids left him. I guess he couldn’t handle the loneliness and misery. Children should be aware of kidnappers, too. My parents made sure I was. You don’t want to take chances.
All of this stuff seems so long ago to me. Once in a blue moon I become nostalgic and reminisce on past memories, but not often. It’s gone, it’s never coming back. There’s no point. Look forwards, not backwards.