“I grow old. I grow old. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
This was a quote from a computer game from junior high I think. And my friend Kristi and I thought it was the funniest thing ever. We must have said it to each other a thousand times and laughed each time.
Memories like these only form once in a lifetime. Here I am nearly thirty years later and it still makes me smile.
No matter how much time passes or how much space grows between old friends doesn’t matter. These moments that formed our adolescence are irreplaceable. They have meaning that closes these distances in an instant. A memory is jogged. A story is told. And the pleasure of childhood friendship comes flooding back.
We can pick up where we left off. Through these memories. Through an email. A zoom. A Facebook post. Time and distance do not matter. All has been let go. There isn’t enough time to dwell in regret.
“I grow old. I grow old. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
