A Drive Down Memory Lane

It’s not often that I find myself driving past the area I grew up in. Since my parents moved away from this neighbourhood, I don’t have any reason to come here. But if I’m somewhat close, I find myself turning down my old street and visiting my memory lane.

I can see the big oak tree on the corner of our street. Someone had planted it too close to the edge. Its encroaching roots were lifting the sidewalk long ago. Its huge branches and abundant leaves had shielded my first kiss. The tree has since been removed but I can still see it.

Today I have my kids with me and they are impatiently amused of my tales of youth. I point out my friends’ houses, friends that have long been forgotten, the small park that we used to hang out in, the parking lot where we would skateboard.

“You had a skateboard?”

“Yes, I did!” I exclaim. I enjoy watching their faces, imagining me balancing.

I’m sure they picture a plank board with wheels. I can assure you it was a real, store bought, solid plastic, bright red, skateboard. It was given to me by my best friend’s mother after my friend broke her leg on it.

You know you're getting old when...a drive down memory lane reveals this.

 

Close to my high school, I show them where we would all congregate at lunch times and smoke. I leave that part out. I show them where our pep rallies for football games were. How everyone would turn out to watch us cheer. Yes, giggle giggle, I was a cheerleader.

“And there’s my school.”

“Where?”

“Right there” I say pointing.

“The old folks home?”

“Yes.”

I really don’t know how to process the fact that my high school has been turned into a seniors’ residence. I hope that our laughter still resonates in the halls and brings a few smiles to the people who live there now.

You know you're getting old when...a drive down memory lane reveals this.
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15 thoughts on “A Drive Down Memory Lane

  1. I never had a skate board…I did have roller skates though, the snazzy four wheeled variety…God I loved those roller skates, I went everywhere on them, miles and miles of eight wheel drive, and (blows own trumpet) I was absolutely fabulous at it. Happy memories 🙂

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  2. I didn’t see the Hi School made into an old folks home coming! That really is funny, a different twist down memory lane and to your kids must make a lot of sense. You get old, you go live in your old Hi School. I am still laughing!

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  3. We drove past my old house when we were in New Zealand recently. The trees were all bigger and bushier and the house needed painting. The concrete driveway that I remember Dad pouring was discoloured and cracked. It’s an odd feeling going back.

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  4. I’m heading back to the East Coast soon to drive down my own memory lane. I know it will be bittersweet, but this post has made me more eager than ever.

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