The Way It Was

Until this very moment the memory of that time had somehow slipped by me. It has been sometime since I thought about those times. When I look back I really understand what Charles Dickens expressed when he wrote, “It was the best of time, it was the worst of times” as life seemed to be filled with simplicity and danger all at once.  When I think on those days now, I feel bad for some young people who will never know or understand when your parents restricted how early you go outside and how late you could stay. It’s weird to see children that are quite content to be inside all day when the weather is perfect.

I remember rushing out to play football when it snowed,

I remember opening the fire hydrants in the summer,

I remember living in a lovingly connected community,

I remember…the way it was. If I could send a note to myself  back then I would say, soak in these moments because when there gone they will just be a memory someone will ask you about just when you have almost forgotten them.

Motivation One Moment At A Time