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Wasn’t it just yesterday?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that my mother walked me up the stairs of the school on my first day in kindergarten? I can remember looking down at my navy blue shoes.

Wasn’t it yesterday when my little brother Teddy was born, and my father and I walked together to the hospital in two feet of snow to meet him for the very first time? He peed on me when he finally came home.

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I entered second grade, to meet my very favorite elementary school teacher, Miss Tish? It sure felt like it.

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I couldn’t wait to get the next Choose Your Own Adventure book out of the library when someone else returned it? God, those books were gold.

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I used markers and crayons every day and any day I didn’t seemed wasted?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I swore I’d never touch a boy? (Because they’re gross, you know.)

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I took my grandmother to school for her very first Grandparents’ Day after she retired? How proud I was to have her there!

Wasn’t it just yesterday that my mother packed my lunch every day, and I wished I had some of what the other kids had? My mother never fed us junk food.

Wasn’t it just yesterday that as a class, we memorized Billy Joel’s hit We Didn’t Start the Fire and analyzed every lyrical line?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I drank milk every day instead of coffee?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that my ride to school was a big yellow bus?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that Steve Heywood and Scott McCleer picked on me on that same big yellow bus?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I wore the craziest hat I could find, only to be upstaged by that tart, Rebecca, who glued Cabbage Patch Kids all over the brim of a cowboy hat?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that we had to take turns on the school computer to play The Oregon Trail and Montezuma’s Revenge on floppy disk?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that my parents bought their first CD player, and we only had one CD to play in it?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that Saturday mornings were the best time of all, when my brothers and I sat around in our pajamas watching the morning cartoons and later, WWF?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I spent every penny earned for allowance on penny candy? Seemed like a good choice at the time, didn’t it?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I laid my beloved Pop-pop to rest?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that my grandma Carol joined him, after waiting for me to come to the hospital in a snowstorm before she would finally give up her ghost?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that my brothers and parents moved out of Philly, leaving me to my own devices?

Time passes all of us by.

Next year, I’ll be forty years old, and from time to time, I still remember very vividly what it was like to be a child.

To hold a grandparent’s hand and have faith that everything would be okay as long as they’re nearby.

To be together as a family, argumentative and miserable as we were, barely hanging on to sanity, never knowing anything different.

To have choices limited for us by those who put the safe option next to the safer one and said, “Choose one.”

Wasn’t it just yesterday that everything was so much simpler?

Book nerd and freelance writer finding gold in ordinary places. Email me at ejhcurtis@gmail.com Visit https://www.facebook.com/TheArdentReader19977/

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