The Wonder Years

By The Penguin

“Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn’t with me. Still, like my father used to say, ‘Traffic’s traffic, you go where life takes you’ and growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers, the next you’re gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a time a place, a particular fourth of July, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder.”
- from ‘The Wonder Years’

“When you’re a little kid you’re a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time.”
- from ‘The Wonder Years’

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4 Responses to “The Wonder Years”

  1. snow Says:

    “When you’re a little kid you’re a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time.”

    Now why does that sound similar? Oh wait, the little kid was me :) Darn amazing thought.

  2. The Penguin Says:

    …i’m no shanta, but do tell me your childhood dreams?…. *rolls eyes*

  3. snow Says:

    shanta who?

  4. Aros Says:

    Shanta Claws… lol

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