I heard a new one today:
“40 is the new 30”
Excuse me, what is that supposed to mean. I may not be excited to be turning 40 but I don’t want to relive my 30’s either.
If I could pick any age to be again it would be 8 or 10. Pre-adolescent hormones, post being a little kid. I have this photo of me when I was about that age. I spent every summer on Cape Cod at my grandparents’ house with my mom and brother (dad was working) and it truly was the most carefree, magical time of my life. I of course didn’t know this then, and didn’t appreciate it the way I should have then, but I do now.
Some of my best memories are from those summers. Out the door to the beach after breakfast, stopping only long enough for snadwiches and melon to be delivered and eaten on the deck. We stayed outside until right before dinner, and ran right back out again after we ate. Mini-golf. Mornings at the ocean, afternoons at the lake. It was truly amazing.
What I wouldn’t give to have an entire summer off to spend like that again.