I am loving the trips down memory lane. In case you're wondering where all this nostalgia is coming from, here's an explanation a confession. Remember I mentioned in my very first post that the Mak-Tatos would be attending the same school i spent my preschool years? They're there now and it's opened up a floodgate of memories. All good. No worries.
This was my home for eight years, two blocks away from the preschool. There are new owners, the exterior has been given a nip and a tuck but its still the same old place where I spent some of the best years of my life. I would love to take a peek inside. Should be a trip.
This is the street where I ran, cried, cried while walking, walked every morning to school. I learned how to bike there. I learned why I shouldn't skateboard there.
And here is the school's walkway leading to the classrooms.
Last night, at the parents' orientation organized by the school, I sat in the very room where I once did... ready for a whole life ahead and stubborn, feeling all grown-up at four. Three decades later everything still seems so familiar. Like going back home. There I stood. Still ready for life. Still stubborn. All grown-up. Way, way past four.
And so indulge me one last more time. Here's another oldie. Genius, trippy and, interestingly enough, about remembering your way back home.
Have a memorable weekend.