Lets go back in time and play outside!

I have noticed that sometimes whenever I pass by certain things I get this Déjà vu feeling. Images pop into my head and I can never tell where they are from. Sometimes I pass by an apartment complex, or a huge lawn and see the same thing, but in different lighting. It's hard to explain, but it seems like everything is in a yellow tint. I have been trying to figure out where these images are from. I could have been Staten Island, Hemet, or Evansville. Then I noticed that every time these images pop in my head, it always makes me happier. They aren't from one of these places, they are from all of them. Why? Because these were the happiest times of my life...grades k-8.

P.S. 53 was the longest time I had ever been at a school. I went from first all the way through fifth. Any normal kid would have been able to grow up with the class they went to elementary school with. Not me. I wish I would have though. To me, those kids are the ones I should have graduated from high school with, not the ones in Evansville. Anyway, off that tangent, I see a lot of images of the park behind our school, the parks on the base, and the beach I would go to with my sister a lot. Though, I had a ton of friends and there would never be a day when I wasn't outside playing with someone, in these images I am alone. Strange isn't it? The ones I get the most often are at the beach, but these get me thinking about P.S 53 and how I miss a lot of those people. Especially the ones I can't find on facebook, but were really great friends.

California and Evansville don't come as often. I get some of south beach in california, and the ones from Evansville all have to do with hanging out with my friends on Berry Lane. Those were some fun times. We would play all sorts of games, build things, etc. I guess what this blog is about is the fact that I really miss those days. The days where you went outside with your friends and played games like four square, red rover, tag, basketball, build forts, etc. Now that I am almost 20, those years of carefree playing are gone. Every time I go home I try to get my friends together to play like we used to, but it never seems to work.

I miss being a kid so much. I keep thinking about all the fun things I did from grades k-8 and I wish I could go back and re-live just those years.