The nicest thing about turning 50 has been what feels like either enlightenment or perhaps self-realization. I have achieved the most important life goals I set out for myself as a young adult, so now I am at the beginning of a personal transitional period. I have been writing these growing up episodes from my life experiences for over a year now. It has been fun. It has also been a bit illuminating. I am sometimes shocked as to the level of detail I have been able to drag out of my memories. Another way it has been illuminating is that through my writing, I have been able to ‘recreate’ for myself some of the feelings I must have experienced from the time periods I write about.
With that said, I will start by telling you this next story is from a time of very early teens or pubescence. I am guessing I was 13 based on what I have been able to decipher from other stories. I remember feeling ‘cool’ as I was providing my explanation to my mother about what you’re getting ready to read. Hindsight tells me I was ignorant, brash, an idiot. Those are just a few of the adjectives that come to mind. The truth is just that I was young. I thought I was cool, or I wanted to be. Continue reading