My take on that:
It may sound silly but….For me it’s at Cape Cod National Seashore at the air up - air down station for the oversand area with my hubby while we either deflated the truck tires before driving out on the dunes or at the end of the day inflating the tires together. Barefoot in the sandy lot, warm sun on our backs, the beach and the ocean just over the dunes…performing a simple ritual. A sense of peace and contentment and dare I say love. I am now 77 and we are now 2000 miles from that spot. I am not hopeful of ever reliving that experience. Yes. Homesick and a kind of grieving.
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The. Good Old Days, for sure.
The nostalgic joy of being able to bend and balance easily enough to do that without careful planning and thought! Mine is similar - loading the kayak on top of the truck, going to he lake and paddling around a bit, then coming home, washing down the kayak and storing it in the garage. All this was done relatively effortlessly in the past, but would take major choreography today. File it in the I Am So Glad that I Did that When I Could file.
Will Jay
A sense of peace and contentment would be nice.
I can relate to everyone's comments. Nobody warns you, but I think nostalgia for an earlier time occurs to everyone. Literature and autobiographies are full of references to the lost joys of carefree childhood - and of course it was also a fine thing to be a young adult, able to go where you wanted when you pleased, and to run and jump and dance with abandon . . . and to make love.
Now, at 70-something, I can't get through the grocery store without a cane or motorized buggy. At home, just walking to the kitchen and back is often a bit of an ordeal. The moral to all our stories is to *appreciate* the good times while they are happening, and be thankful. I may write a post on my own blog about my memories.
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