Reminiscing

I'm not really a blog person. I don't think I ever understood the concept of a blog, and today I still don't.

I don't have the patience to just start typig something random and having everyone read it hoping that they maybe entertained by it.

But since I've already got your attention I may as well give you something that you may actually want to read, or not. That's your choice.

So basically, I was watching a home made video last night that was filmed on September 14, 2001. I realized how much time has flown by. I was about 8 at the time. I looked so different. My hair was very short and really wavy. In the video, my sister and I were dancing to some wierd music. Something like vegetales. My house was different too. The grass was greener and the backyard looked so pretty. The pool deck was just painted so it looked 10x more presentable than it is today. My dog Ginger was still alive and I had these 2 cats that I haven't thought about in 7 years. Seeing them on the video caught me off gaurd.

My next door neighbor is 3 years younger than me. So she was about 5 years old in the video. It really made me think back to the good old days where all we did was be kids and didn't have to worry about a thing. Even though the video was filmed 3 days after the terrorist attack, it seemed like it was any other day to Sarah and I. We were running around and playing like nothing happened. Of course I didn't really understand what happened on September 11. Plus, I also wasn't bothered by the Hurricane that was hitting my house in the video. Hurricane Gabrielle. But it was a pretty calm hurricane. It was more of a Tropical Storm. Just light rains and an occasional gust of wind. But me and my sister continued to play.

After watching the videos from when I was young, I became really sad. I kept thinking, why is time going by so fast? I just wanted time to stop. Or atleast to rewind back to the good old days. Back then there was no such thing as drama and stress or anything that comes with being a 15 year old girl in High School. I was free. Free to be who I wanted to be, and not a care in the world.

Those were the days.

I still don't know why I am writing this. I guess im just thinking aloud. Again, I am not a blog person. But I will probably write more so, this is still not finished.

Thanks for reading