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Cousin Eddie's cousin
The longer you're on the planet, the shorter any given time interval feels relative to the time span of your consciousness.
It scares me that I understand this on several levels.
The longer you're on the planet, the shorter any given time interval feels relative to the time span of your consciousness.
It scares me that I understand this on several levels.
If you don't learn and grow from life experiences then you never were alive.
I had a great childhood, great family and great parents. So it was all pretty good, but I’ll comply with the thread topic and say, my favorite had to be my late teens, 16-19. By 16 I was driving. I had a string of convertibles. What could be better at 16-17? High school was easy, and I was there more to socialize than to learn, so it was fun. I was working just enough to afford running around to drive-ins on weekends, and all needed party supplies. I had girlfriends. I was kind of popular. I had started playing guitar by 15, and by 16 I was pretty decent. By 16 I was all league and all district in two sports. By 18 I was all state in two sports and playing a 3rd, and had gotten pretty decent-er on guitar. By 18-19 I was playing two sports in college and thinking I had everything in life that it took to be really happy… I didn’t have money, but I didn’t really have any real responsibility, so life was just easy and great. Carefree, fun, doing almost everything I wanted to do and nothing I didn’t.
I have often joked that I was going to get one of those tshirts that said “peaked in high school” because on some levels, that is true. I was popular, had lots of friends, known around my area for sports and guitar, etc. Now, my 20s were great as well. Adding money to the equation almost offset the joy I lost be not being in school. With no internet, you lost touch with many of your best friends pretty quickly after high school, and many of the others were only occasionally around. But stepping into the working world brought money, and guitars and stereo equipment, etc. But that, to me, always represented the end of childhood. Gotta be a man now, you know.
So while my whole childhood was great, I’d go with late teens as the best times.
I think I had a wonderful childhood. Lived in a very small town, we had a small farm, mom & dad both worked in a grocery store in the next town, we had a musical family (I've mentioned it before) and we had regular evenings with the piano and my aunt's violin when she was in town. There was a large military airfield just a couple miles away so every other day was an airshow. Our house was on a lakeshore and we had a boat and swimming was right there if we didn't mind the rocky shore, but the town beach park was an easy walk away. Shared a small bedroom with my two older brothers, and we had a b&w tv that on a good evening we got two channels. We raised chickens and turkeys in the backyard (you could still do that in the early 60's) and had a huge garden. We weren't destitute by any means, but we had few belongings to speak of. But we were never hungry and had clothes to wear, even if they were often patched and mended. Small towns always made for lots of friends in the neighborhood and cousins, aunts and uncles were only a block away, grand parents next door or close by too. Winters were long and cold, our house had likely the poorest heating (but that was the norm for the day) you could imagine, but we managed to stay warm enough. But the summers were an endless playground of childhood fun and frolic. Of which, we made our own of course: kick the can at dusk/dark, anti-I-over, playing catch with a rubber ball, racing popsicle sticks down the ditch after a rain, catching bugs, garter snakes, playing with the dog. Life was so simple but so very sweet. I think it was a time when our world was happier than it could ever be now. Maybe it's true that time makes memory remember only the good stuff, and the "bad" stuff was another time and place that only was spoken of in hushed tones as you walked under the shadow of the air-raid siren tower to the ball diamond; the siren only sounded at the time the street lights came on signaling it was curfew hour (none of us really understood the significance of it, you just went home when it rang out). A small Coke was a nickel at the corner store if you left the bottle when you were done, and a loaf of sliced fresh bread was also a nickel at the neighborhood bakery. Breakfast was always at the kitchen/dining table, and so was the evening meal. Sunday family dinner was never missed, and Saturday night's meal you could hear the hockey game on tv, but you never, ever ate and watched it in the living room. Going to church was a given, as well as the Church suppers and picnics, bake sales, and bazaars. We did our expected chores, homework if there was, made our beds, and picked up after ourselves. And nobody griped about not having what the rich kids or families had. You were thankful for what you had, period. In retrospect, I think we really had so much more in many ways. In that, I feel truly blessed for the upbringing I had. I wouldn't change it for the world.
Yes, definitely 1970 - 74 in Denver Colorado. (University of Denver). I’m from Boston…I was in a pretty incredible local all original band In Denver with some amazing musicians..I had a great childhood, but would anyone mind if I just skip ahead to college? Because, bands/hippie/substances/sexual revolution.
OK, that was a good memory moment. Thank you for your cooperation.
Mrs. B and I have been together so long because I’m 12 years old inside…and 25 at the same time. Not only does the 12 year old think this stuff up, but the 25 year old knows how to do it!I’m relatively happy now. Qualifies because my wife thinks I’m childish.
Time is the ultimate enemy. Focusing on the things that generate the most happiness - for everyone - becomes job 1.The longer you're on the planet, the shorter any given time interval feels relative to the time span of your consciousness.
At this point, I marvel at how much of this time stuff I've wasted. Could be one reason why I have a sense of urgency about getting all of my creative ideas recorded as fast as I can. I won't run out of ideas, but I will run out of time.
I'm not sayin' there's any mileage in getting all this stuff recorded. There isn't. I just do it for my own amusement.