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May. 3rd, 2006 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scarletamethystTime seems to fly by so fast, it feels like yesterday I was laughing and staring across the Grand Canyon whilst standing on a giant boulder with my beloved siblings, with not even a safety rail to keep us from falling over the edge. Remembering it now, it feels like a simpler time, a happier time; just a vacation with people I loved and cared about--except for H's boyfriend who brooded the entire time. Even getting lost for over 5 hours and driving across three states in one day seems a minor inconveinance now.
How old do you have to be to feel nostalgic about the simplicity and easy enjoyment of life when you were younger? At that time, I had hopes for many things, but now it all seems so impossible. I'm spoiled by my family, who mean more to me than my friends, since all my most happiest memories involve them in one way or another. Now that we're all growing up, we're growing apart, moving on to our own separate lives, only meeting together for long breaks and vacations. There is so much more I wanted to do with them before we all left the "nest", like all four of us going bicycling like we did so many years ago, or fishing with the parents because we needed dad to put bait on our hooks and remove any fish we caught.
If this is what it feels like to be a big sister watching your younger siblings move far away, it must be so much worse for parents. When I was younger, my job was always that of a babysitter and a teacher to my siblings, but as we all got older, we became close friends who shared similar tastes in food, music, and a slew of strange personality quirks that made sense to no one but us. We understood each other in a way that outside friends never would, so I'm confident that despite the distance that will separate us, we will always be close to each other in our hearts.
How old do you have to be to feel nostalgic about the simplicity and easy enjoyment of life when you were younger? At that time, I had hopes for many things, but now it all seems so impossible. I'm spoiled by my family, who mean more to me than my friends, since all my most happiest memories involve them in one way or another. Now that we're all growing up, we're growing apart, moving on to our own separate lives, only meeting together for long breaks and vacations. There is so much more I wanted to do with them before we all left the "nest", like all four of us going bicycling like we did so many years ago, or fishing with the parents because we needed dad to put bait on our hooks and remove any fish we caught.
If this is what it feels like to be a big sister watching your younger siblings move far away, it must be so much worse for parents. When I was younger, my job was always that of a babysitter and a teacher to my siblings, but as we all got older, we became close friends who shared similar tastes in food, music, and a slew of strange personality quirks that made sense to no one but us. We understood each other in a way that outside friends never would, so I'm confident that despite the distance that will separate us, we will always be close to each other in our hearts.
