Sometimes.
Life has a strange way of taking us on twists and turns, uphill and downhill, back and forth. Memories flood our brains, holding us back or pushing us forward.
We're all a product of those memories, our past times and events and happenings -- good and bad. How do we reckon with them? How do we not allow them to drag us down or pull us under?
It's a difficult process. Certainly doable.
Children are mirrors of those memories. They go through ages and phases that we can somewhat remember, that become very clear when we watch our offspring go through them. Of course, their experiences are different. But the fuzzy recollection of our own experiences comes back into focus...at least for that moment.
And we remember. And the memories, like old friends, take us on journeys back to times that feel forgotten yet are still in the foreground.
"As I was saying..." the memory says, without missing a beat.
