Life in the Fast Lane

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Being Happily Not-Quite-There

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Over the weekend, my siblings and I did this.


And if you're a product of the early 90's, you would know how significant this is.

My brother had managed to collect all Ghost Writer episodes (after years of searching, mind you). And, with pride, he invited us to a GW marathon. Which we said yes to. Gladly.

GW took us back to some of our favorite years: pre-hormonal (at least in the case of my brother and me; our sister was in Kindergarten but would join us "older kids" in our adventures), pre-self-conscious, pre-crushes years. These were the years when we would spy on our neighbor-enemies, sleep over in our neighbor-friends' houses, spend the afternoons playing boardgames or computer games, watch movies and TV shows together, bike 'til we could no longer pedal... and yes, pretend to solve cases together.

These were the idealistic days: the days when we recognized that our childhood was somehow coming to a close but we held on to it anyway. We knew teenagerhood and adulthood weren't far away, but we didn't rush into them with abandon. We were fully conscious about this awkward stage in our lives, yet we chose to revel in naïveté; in that wonderful, not-quite-there stage between childhood bliss and teenage woes and hormones.

As long as we could, we stretched this not-quite-there stage. We biked, not minding if we got bumps or scratches along the way; we had the rest of our teenage years to worry about having perfect skin to go with nice dresses or skirts. We pretended we were detectives and fighting crime; we knew that, later on, we'd have to ground ourselves with the responsibilities of adulthood. Afternoons were spent in carefree bliss; we knew that at some point, we'd have to grow up eventually.

I appreciated the fact that I had a long childhood. And, for the most part, some of it still manifests itself. I'm grateful that my siblings and I were never in a hurry to grow up; to be part of the party scene, to jump from one relationship to another, to worry about self-image or what our peers thought of us. I'm equally grateful that the friends I've made and kept through the years aren't afraid to be childlike either; we still play boardgames, we still laugh with abandon, we still make silly faces on-cam, and we still make fun of each other the way we used to. This same childlikeness is what resurfaces whenever we play or interact with our godkids, nephews, and nieces, and this is what clicks with them in a big way.

Kids these days, though, are so different. Technology, admittedly, may be one of the biggest factors. Now, all they have to do is go online to chat, bring out their tablets to send a message, or turn on their webcams to do video conferencing. Back then, we had to meet up; we had to be in the same geographic space to connect with each other.

Even the things portrayed on TV are more adult. In fact, I highly doubt that Ghost Writer, a show about a group of ten- to twelve-year-old wannabe detectives, would click with preteens today.

Every generation would say the same thing about how they view the changing times; they'll say that their time was "the best time to be a kid" and that kids in the future will have "less of a childhood". And I'm sure today's kids and preteens will be saying the same thing about kids five to ten years from now.

But I guess the important thing is this: for kids to enjoy being kids — whether they play with clay or create virtual masterpieces. For them to play, to imagine, to come up with crazy what-if situations in their heads, to explore, to learn. After all, it won't be too long before the realities of adulthood come crashing down on them.

Childhood is what they'll bring with them into their adult lives; the years they'll look back on with fondness; the years they'll want to recreate with their own children someday.

I know I'd want to — right down to the case books and pens with strings.

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2 comments

  1. I agree, there are different seasons in our lives and it's best to enjoy them for what they're worth :) Beautiful reflections Tina :)

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  2. Thanks for reading and dropping by, May! :D

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