Friday, February 1, 2019

February 1

If I had the power to relive any day in my life, February 1, 1988 would be high on that list. It was "senior skip day" and an unseasonably warm winter day. I won't lie and claim to remember the particulars, but I have the vague memory of marijuana, cruising the neighborhood in a convertible with my friends, and a feeling of freedom. 

When you are young, you do not stop to appreciate that life is care-free at that age, before the disappointments, the frustrations, and the challenges of adulthood. You are old enough to enjoy some freedom but still young enough not to have all that responsibility. 

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