The “old days” are more alive than ever – by which I mean my old days, when I was a kid. My life pushed forward on its own, more or less. This is called growing up. I wasn’t paying much attention until, at a certain point, a.k.a., adolescence, I started noticing the world I was a part of in ways beyond what I was taught. The world itself was changing and nobody, including my teachers, really understood it.
Existence wasn’t a bunch of bricksand- mortar certainties. It was a vast unknown. Knowing this was alarming; it was also the meaning of freedom.
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