I miss several things about being a kid. First of all, averything was new, fresh… different. All of your friends saw things just about the sam way as you did (new, fresh… different). Of course, everyone has their own experiences, but if you came from the same community, with the same class of parents, of course the world should look RELATIVELY the same. It was like we were all constantly stoned out of our minds from the newness of everything.

I remember running home from school with my brother to do one of 3 AMAZINGLY fun things: Play whatever sport was in season, watch GI Joe and Transformers, or watch the Chicago Cubs (comfortable, but new). My mind was blown throught the roof on a daily basis by any one of those three things. I used to sing along with the theme songs and imitate Harry Carry.

Playing baseball with my neighborhood friends and more importantly my brother, is one of the most amazing things I have ever done. Man it was freaking hot… We would play for what seemed tike 2 days worth of ball in only a few short hours. The game would always end when one player on either team had a mental breakdown and started fighting a player on the other team (usually brothers would kick the crap out of each other). On a weekely basis, I kick myself for not treating Jeff better when we were growing up. If he knew at the time what I really thought of him, we might have been closer during those weird few years (although we are so much better now). Sometimes I feel like crying because the days of playing baseball with my brother are over.

I guess part of growing up is forgiving yourself for growing up. It only took me 27 years to figure that out.

  1. JJ
    Jun 17, 2005

    Joe I think you are really smart.

    I mean it.

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  2. Joe
    Jun 27, 2005

    Thanks

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