As I grow old, I find myself adoring the times I hated when I was young.
I long for the days before work and bills and responsibility.
I think about those hot Oklahoma days and how much I miss them.
Back then, I despised them. We were bored to death in this small town.
We spent countless hours running all over town (such as it was) hoping to see a little excitement, hoping to see "The new girl in town" or the ever elusive cheerleader out in public.
Our days consisted of laying under the water-cooler, trying to stay cool. Our nights were spent traveling around town hoping to see something exciting.
Our weekends were spent playing video games (in an arcade) and shooting pool. Occasionally we would venture to Marlow, just to see if it was still there. It never changed either. They came to Duncan to see if it was still there.
In those days, Marlow was a long trip. It took 30 minutes tops. It was a planned excursion. I spend far more time than that going to the grocery store these days.
The bowling alley had a grand total of 3 songs that we liked in the jukebox.
Now, I see those as the carefree times in my life. We didn't care about politics, or wars, or the economy, or jobs, or bills. We had no care in the world. We came home when we wanted, the lights were always on, there was always food available and we always had a place to lay our heads. But we thought they were the worst times in our lives.
Our parents did the worrying for us. We just had to do the things we wanted. Now, they are gone and we are in this world alone.
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