"Mommy, when i grow up I want to be a ballerina. When I grow up I want to be a nurse. When I grow up I want to be a fireman, a doctor, a policeman, an actress, a dentist, a teacher...."
When I grow up I want to be a Klub Kid and a drug addict.
Many kids dreamed differently than I did.... or should I say - I dreamed differently than most kids.
When I grew up I wanted to be a Klub Kid. I only asked for the former, little did I know at the time that they sometimes comes as a package.
The amazing part is - I was one of the very lucky ones. I danced on the edge of a very fine line and somehow managed to walk away virtually unscathed.
That isn't to say I didn't have my fair share of bouts of insanity. But as the old cliche goes; It truly was 'the best of times and the worst of times.'
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My recollections are not really anything I'm superbly excited or happy about, nor are they anything that I'm ashamed or disappointed about. They are just a collection of thoughts and memories from my history. I can't say if I'd do anything specifically different if given the chance to go back. I almost find questions like that tedious and meaningless. You can never go back, so why bother pondering about what has been or what was.
Lessons were learned, friends were made, and some of the most important people in my life were met during those times. So to think about changing anything.... the thought of possibly losing someone from the equation in result of this... Well, that's just unthinkable.
Monday, February 23, 2009
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