OOPS! I Made A Mistake
Should I own up to it?
Some of my best childhood memories are of spending summers with my cousin. She lived 60 miles away in an ordinary three-bedroom ranch house with nothing special about it, but her mom made great French fries, one entire room was devoted to toys, and she had a horse. She even had a small swimming pool in the back yard.
Growing up meant the visits eventually stopped. She got married, moved to a different state, and we only saw each other at the occasional family reunion.
One day when I was driving past her town on the way to a job interview, I decided on a whim to stop by and see her parents (my aunt and uncle). They said they were home and would love to see me.
Pulling into their driveway brought a wave of nostalgia. I couldn’t help thinking how much our perspectives change when we reached adulthood. Houses look smaller, distances seem shorter, and long, lazy summer days that used to stretch for an eternity are condensed to moments that hurtle past like a runaway train.
Here I was all grown up, about to land my first job, and childhood was a hazy memory.
Where did the time go?
I was surprised when I rang the doorbell and nobody answered. I waited a few seconds and knocked.
