Thursday, March 13, 2008

Spring

Today, in my eyes, is the first day of spring. Not only because it's allergy season and the sneezing begins, but because everything around me is only another reminder. It reminds me of when I was younger, and my friends and I would run up and down the streets- playing and laughing without a care in the world. Or my dad would take my little brother and I to the park, which was usually when we'd beg for McDonalds and wind up eating it there.

As I get older, spring seems different to me now. I don't exactly get to run up and down the streets- especially without a care in the world. A lot more crosses my mind now, as it does to everyone. I couldn't take something so carelessly, because now it actually means more. I think back on the past and all the times I spent taking those hikes in my backyard and the odd feeling of bare legs from my shorts. I know I'm comfortable enough to think back on those things, but not enough to become it again.

Reading seems to be more simple and enjoyable now, which it wouldn't have been then. I can sit outside and get lost into my book, which is something I really look forward too. Then, I never would have considered it enjoyable. When I was younger, I attempted to read maybe once on a blanket in the center of my lawn. Turns out I lost intrest within three for four minutes, and ran off with my friends to find something better to do.

It's not just reading though. There's many things to look back on and see, "Wow, I never would have thought twice about that until now." I guess as we grow, we lose interest in some things that really meant the world to us back then. Now, it seems like only the memories mean the world to us.

I guess my point here, is that nothing is ever enough until we see it later on. I sometimes wish I had taken more intrest in the things surrounding me then, but then again I know how great my memories are and will always last to be. My heart seems to be covered in joy when I think and smile back on those times, especially during spring. I guess that's why I love it so much.

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