In my blogosphere wanderings, I saw someone's post where they discussed what age you would like to go back to if you could be that age again for just a day or as long as a week.
I think I would go back to 5 years old. It was a time when everything was basically happy with few, if any, responsibilities. No school. No chores. I could play outside with my friends. I didn't need to wear a helmet to ride my bike. I was in good shape with all the running around. I could play soldier using surplus WWII gear and guns weren't politically incorrect. We'd pretend to kill the 'Japs' or the Nazis.
My mom and dad hadn't divorced yet either. I had a sister two years younger who would follow me around and my older brother had not yet left to a boarding high school in St. Louis so we still played together. Both sets of my grandparents were alive and we visited often, receiving all the attention a young grandson gets in terms of encouragement and treats.
We had a great Irish setter and for a while I had a lizard for which I had built his own cage. My uncle George, a life-long bachelor, was my guide into the mysteries of wood working and tools (skills not shared by my father).
And if I was to go back to that age during summer, there would always be the vacations to either Lake Tahoe or the Rogue River or just going to the movies and New Joes in San Francisco.
What age would you choose and why?
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Kudos to you, Bryce. Glad you like where your life is now, especially, the "great wife, living in a cool city, studying theology" phrase.
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