JP - I really enjoyed reading this today. It was a step back in time for me, as our experiences were different yet similar. I remember building the forts with my brothers, and the times felt careless even though they were not. My mother embraced the hippie culture, with the Beatles and the Mommas and the Pappas playing in the background of our lives. Going back to those places (I had left years ago) and seeing them again, they feel small, although they were my world back in the day. And the people, unchanged. What those years taught me was self-reliance and trust in my ability to build something from nothing. Thanks for the walk down memory lane.
JP - I really enjoyed reading this today. It was a step back in time for me, as our experiences were different yet similar. I remember building the forts with my brothers, and the times felt careless even though they were not. My mother embraced the hippie culture, with the Beatles and the Mommas and the Pappas playing in the background of our lives. Going back to those places (I had left years ago) and seeing them again, they feel small, although they were my world back in the day. And the people, unchanged. What those years taught me was self-reliance and trust in my ability to build something from nothing. Thanks for the walk down memory lane.
Hey JP,
When I read your article it immediately brought me back to Montreal where I grew up.
I went back years later and the neighbourhood seemed smaller, not just physically.
The distances I remembered, the streets that felt like they went on forever, the spots that felt enormous and significant, all of it had shrunk.
The kid who crossed those distances didn't shrink, I just stopped needing them to be big.
Nobody called it growing up either, it was just whatever was in front of us that day.