The calm silence of my works space was suddenly filled with noise from the outside world.
The place where I work is right across from an elementary school. It’s 81 degrees outside. The sun is shining. A beautiful late spring day. Summer is making its presence known. Children are running, playing, and screaming in the confines of the schools fence, under the watchful eyes of their teachers. Teachers shielded from the sun by a shade tree.
A group of children are gathered at the far corner of the fence. The corner closest to the road. In unison, they raise their arms in the air above their heads, hands balled into a fist, rapidly pumping their arms down to their chest and pushing them up again. Beckoning on-coming drivers to blow their horns.
They scream and run around in circles when a driver answers their plea. Semi’s, dump trucks, delivery drivers, cars and trucks, even a city cop, tapped their horns to energy filled children.
As I stood watching this scene, the question crossed my mind, would you do it again? Would you go back and relive your childhood for all the money minted?
Would you?
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I’m not even certain I can handle going back to my hometown right now, let alone reliving my childhood.
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I’m sorry. 😢 The past can be a messy place. The last time I was in my hometown it was a drive by. I showed the guy I was dating at the time, where I grew up. It took all of 5 minutes to drive from end to end. Some tour.
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No need to be sorry. I just avoid the place for reasons. I grew up in the village in my 114 sq mile hometown. There are also four hamlets. The total population has grown from 2300 when I was a kid to 4000 (wealthier people abandoning the only city in the county and Amish). Someone posted a video of a ride at 30 mph from before the fire department, past the town hall, to beyond the high school a while back. The video was less than 90 seconds long. There is one stop light at a hamlet in the village. There is one convenience store that sells gasoline and beer. No liquor sales by law. There are no police. There are several churches!
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Your hometown sounds smaller than mine.
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Not sure about childhood. I’d definitely not mind repeating the early twenties with the agency to make different choices and start over from there. I loved that cusp period, in memories at least.
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Do you think; if you couldn’t keep the knowledge you have, you would make the same choices? That first choice was made for a reason; would those same factors still in present in life?
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I don’t know if I would have. There were plenty of times that I said to myself “this isn’t worth the hat” and could just have easily chosen a different path. Instead of assuming that these things are “fixed” Fates, I prefer to assume there might have been an element of chance that played a role and who knows what might have happened if the winds blew slightly more Northward than they did when a decision was made?
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We will never know. If we don’t go down the rabbit hole, it’s interesting to speculate.
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no fucking way
trust me
not a chance in hell
cos it sucked big time
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That was kinda my answer as well. There isn’t enough money minted to get me to relive it.
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indeed. so not a chance at all Jolene.
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Not a chance.
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amber had asked me not to be a dick on her blogsphere. well so that dick was for her . as for fireplugs well ahem. ha ha ha Jolene~
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If i could go back with the awareness i have now and do things differently, yes. But just to relive the same, no.
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Even if you kept the knowledge you have; how great would the temptation be to follow the known path?
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That . . . is just not the way it works. For better or worse.🙂
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Yelp, here we are. For better or worse.
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