Sometimes you just remember snippets from years ago and they make you smile.
I remember in college one day around lunch time myself and some friends went in search of “Pop Rocks” and soda. We were going to test the urban legend about the Life Cereal kid and how that was supposedly his undoing. The best part about that memory is the fact that it never crossed our minds that mixing those too volatile substances together could actually kill us. We even used Jolt! Cola for good measure.
I miss those days.
As I’m getting older, I’m frequently reflecting on memories like that and wondering where the last 5, 10, 20 years have gone. I’m leaving a job this week that was supposed to be a stepping stone to something else. It ended up being a 5 year stop. Lately I’ve noticed a lot more of these huge chunks of time zipping by. There once was a time when 5 years meant something. The world to an 8 year old is a vastly different place than it is to a 13 year old. As well, the difference between 13 and 18 is enormous.
Maybe at some point you have to pass on the torch. I don’t mean this to sound boring or depressing or God forbid “grown up.” It just seems more and more like the crazy good times are reserved for those who don’t remember the Snorks or the Reagan administration. The current batch of high school seniors was not even alive during the Reagan years.
“How time can move both fast and slow amazes me. So I raise my glass to symmetry to the second hand and its accuracy. To the actual size of everything, the desert is the sand. You can’t hold it in your hands; it won’t bow to your demands”
~Brighteyes
I remember in college one day around lunch time myself and some friends went in search of “Pop Rocks” and soda. We were going to test the urban legend about the Life Cereal kid and how that was supposedly his undoing. The best part about that memory is the fact that it never crossed our minds that mixing those too volatile substances together could actually kill us. We even used Jolt! Cola for good measure.
I miss those days.
As I’m getting older, I’m frequently reflecting on memories like that and wondering where the last 5, 10, 20 years have gone. I’m leaving a job this week that was supposed to be a stepping stone to something else. It ended up being a 5 year stop. Lately I’ve noticed a lot more of these huge chunks of time zipping by. There once was a time when 5 years meant something. The world to an 8 year old is a vastly different place than it is to a 13 year old. As well, the difference between 13 and 18 is enormous.
Maybe at some point you have to pass on the torch. I don’t mean this to sound boring or depressing or God forbid “grown up.” It just seems more and more like the crazy good times are reserved for those who don’t remember the Snorks or the Reagan administration. The current batch of high school seniors was not even alive during the Reagan years.
“How time can move both fast and slow amazes me. So I raise my glass to symmetry to the second hand and its accuracy. To the actual size of everything, the desert is the sand. You can’t hold it in your hands; it won’t bow to your demands”
~Brighteyes
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