sleepyFor some reason, the winds of time blew old memories by me tonight. You know me, that's not unusual. But these were old memories... Of a used 1989 shit brown Ford Ranger with a standard transmission. Of the world's most perfect spring break spent at Space Academy in Huntsville, Ala. Of Garth Brooks' "The Chase" CD playing on the casette player in the truck. Of going to see "8 Seconds" with Megan Adams and us going parking in the middle of the woods and me not having the courage to kiss her. Of watching loved ones die. Of starting a newspaper career. Of my first step towards becoming someone. 1994 was the first time I could actually feel myself growing.
I'm not sure why a flood of images from 12 years past picked tonight to roll past. But there is no sappy nostaliga here... just enjoyment in looking back on a really positive time in my life. They're good to remember as it's important that you never lose them.
