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[grindmonkeh]

My livejournal nostalgic icon looks like its dog just died. I'm not sad when I'm nostalgic.

The GI Joe sites brought back a lot of memories. Most of them are of my brother Marc and I. Though we fought as brothers do, we kept each other grounded through the confusion of being children among adult hardships. We're still really close...I'm going to e-mail that link to him. I think he'll get a kick out of it.

We stopped playing with toys in 1987 when we got our Commodore64 computer and began spending all of our allowance, birthday, and Christmas money on computer software, joysticks, etc. I was eleven then. I wanted to be a Veterinarian and drive a Ferrari. My brother wanted to fly F-14's and drive a mustang. A year or so later, my brother began spending more time away from the house with his friends and I got used to spending a lot of time alone until I was about fifteen or sixteen and had the means of transportation to go to work or friends' houses.

I haven't lent much thought to that time of my life since that time was the present. There was so much to look forward to and so much to dream about. Specific events take precedence when I reflect on the past and it is too easy to overlook the things that have made me happy. I can remember all kinds of 'happy' things all the way back to the time I was around one year old, but it seems as though I've discarded or given up on them.

'Memories lie dormant, and you can't be certain if it is a friend or enemy that you face when they awaken.' -some wise bastard, or maybe I just made that up. *shrug*

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[quickening.livejournal.com]

I haven't lent much thought to that time of my life since that time was the present. There was so much to look forward to and so much to dream about

Funny you should so eloquently mention that feeling. I forget about my own childhood and teenage years. Having my 13 year old nephew visit me, brought those memories back out.

I took him out to watch the jets at NAS Oceana...the F14s and the F/A18s...as soon as we got back home, he broke out his new PC game that I bought for him...allowing him to "fly" Tomcats and Hornets...I sat their watching him...remembering back to that own time of my life...when anything seemed possible and everything seemed exciting.

I think that's why we really have kids as we age...to experience that all over again...though, it is more as a witness with older eyes. I don't miss it...I wouldn't want to go back...but it's nice to remember the feelings that ya felt at that age.

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[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

When I'm with my nephews...

I wonder what they will be like as they grow up. I wonder if I'm a suitable role model. I wonder if they love to see me like I loved to see my uncle.

[pillkrazed.livejournal.com]

this world is so centered around what we can *get* out of it, that i think most people lose site way too quickly of what they *had*. i think it's incredible to look back and appreciate the happy times. it's wonderful you have lots to look back on. i know i don't have many good times to remember, simply because i didn't have many, but i always think about the few i did have. i feel lucky to have had any at all.

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

It's funny how 'things' and people influence our agendas. It's so easy to lose sight of what's important, especially in a culture such as ours. It's great that you appreciate what you have.