When we recall the happiest time of our lives most people reflect back on their childhood. A time free of commitment and responsibility — when time itself was relative. When the summers were long and dreamlike, the spring and autumn gave way to kaleidoscopic wonder, and the holidays bristled with magic and joy....CONTINUE READING
There’s good reason for the saying “I was like a kid at Christmas.” I still say that — even though I’m not religious — because I still believe in Santa Claus.
Friends were easy to make and just as easy to hold onto. They were friends for life — or until the last school bell rang in June.
Some would come and go, but there were always new friends to be found — in the classrooms of September, on the playground at recess, or in the cul-de-sac at the end of the street.
There were no jobs or bills or taxes — and no soul-crushing nine-to-five hamster wheels to escape from.
Just a pet hamster — named Scooby. (that was mine, anyway)
We probably should have seen it coming. The signs were there.
How did we end up trading places with the hamster?
When did we open up the door to the cage and cram ourselves inside?
We graduated high school and flung our caps into the air with the belief that the world was now our oyster and we were likely to stumble upon the pearls without even searching for them.
