Sitting at the practice field last night brings back a lot of memories. Getting the call from the coach saying what team your on, getting a brand new jersey and strapping on the spikes. I remember riding my bike up to the ball fields every day in the summer to play on the nice fields with my buddies. Not a care in the world. No job, no bills, no responsibility. The only things we worried about was do we have enough guy’s to play and who has the good bat. Life was so simple then, I wish just sometimes I was eight years old again
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I think we all wish we could go back occasionally. Life seemed so easy back then.. Now days though even 8 year olds wear the weight of the world on their shoulders.. Times have changed..
I totally agree with that. It would be nice to go back, but boy how times have changed. Not as easy to be 8 in this day and age.
I had lots of cares during the school year when I was 8 – or even younger – but the summers were somewhat carefree. Still, we managed to find trouble and then have that to worry about. Sometimes I think it’s human nature to go looking for things to worry about, when things are going too smoothly.
I was just thinking yesterday about how crappy it is to be 1.5 even. My daughters’ lives currently seem to be a series of disappointments and traumas – what with incessant teething, falling on one’s face every time a new physical skill is attempted, being frequently corrected, redirected, or restrained, being teased by Sis, wondering what happened to the beloved Doll or Bear and when Mom is coming back from work . . . . Was life ever carefree or do we just forget all the bad stuff up to a certain age?
Whatever it is, I too romanticise about a “simpler” time – whether it is the relatively unscheduled, unburdened life of a child or the retired life. Whether it’s really more relaxed or not, it’s nice to think of it that way, if only to escape the present.
I wouldn’t go back to any age in my childhood. Mine and your lives were very different though, you know that. I’m glad you had a good childhood and can share those memories with our son. I think I have a wonderful life now and we are giving our son a wonderful life, he is a very happy little boy and that means he will have wonderful memories also and that is very important to me.
Jason, I know your going to see this and say, “I wasn’t 8 in that picture.” I know, you were 10 but I couldn’t find your “Foremost” pic. Just wanted to clear that up first!!
I wouldn’t want to go back to 8. I’d like to go back sometimes but not that far. I had a good childhood but those teen years, no way. Life was simpler but I know what follows and wouldn’t want to re-live a lot of those times. To spend time with my grandparents would be the only thing I’d want to go back for.
The biggest difference was the fact that you could just get on your bike and ride all the way to Bennet to play ball. I could pretty much go wherever I wanted to go without having to worry about anything. We can’t let kids do that now. I think that’s the saddest thing. Kids can’t be as “free” now as we were. I’m really glad I live where I do now and my grandchildren can come here and “go on the big hill” and play for hours just pretending.
The life of a child in some ways is like SKL pointed out, the life of “retired” people. I can pretty much do what I want to do and I love my life now. I have my birds and flowers. I have the pool in the summer and I can just sit on the deck and do nothing if I want to. My life now is as carefree as a child’s only I can make my own rules.
Everyone talks about times have changed. That was one of my first post’s. I don’t really remember certain ages in my life just certain memories. Sunday’s was eating at grandma Kate’s Sunday night was blowing quarters on video games while mom and dad bowled, Dallas and The Dukes of Hazzard were on Friday nights. Memories are all we have that no one can take from us. So my biggest goal is for Bailey to have more good then bad one’s. He spends dollars instead of quarters and it’s softball games not bowling. He knows we watch prison break and Las Vegas. Memories are what we make them good and bad.
You know what I loved doing? Laying on my back looking at the clouds and just daydreaming and trying to figure out what they looked like. I wonder why I haven’t done that in so long.
Thanks Jason, I think I’ll do that with my little guy tomorrow.
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