I did what Facebook does so well. I let myself get swamped with good memories of days gone by.
Before responsibilities. Before a family. Before PTA, the strokes, the wheelchair.
Did I just compare the PTA to a stroke? Why yes I did.
I did it. I let the sounds and thoughts spin me back to a time uncomplicated by mortgages and pediatricians. There were those that chose to remember with me. Their stories stirred a feeling of nostalgia.
I’m pretty glad to have survived those days. The laughter and careless choices of youth not something I would trade away.
I’m glad to have those memories to float away on. The voices of my friends become a whirlpool of lost conversations. The kiss of a lover shifting through my mental sheets. The line of a song brings back the tang of sweat and frenzy of energy on a dance floor we called ours.
I regret some of the choices made. Names and faces that fill me with sadness. Moments that forever have that hanging question mark.
But I never regret the time. Would never wish away the foolishness. I sleep with the surety of having LIVED each moment.