How to maintain that excitement that comes along with being an adolescent as you become an adult…

A part of me wishes I was a teenager again, in high school, doing the exciting things that I used to do, like just going over to someone’s house when I normally wouldn’t, or just think about life, and what it all meant, and ponder, and just be excited by thinking of all of the different possibilities.

Or even just riding with someone and hanging out at a community college that I had never been to before, and thinking about all of the possibilities that the future might have.

Being in high school, about to graduate, and imagining what college would be like while watching a college basketball game, and getting excited; or imagining what college would be like by looking at all of the advertisements that had all of the courtyards in them, with the students walking as they pleased, and wondering what life would be like if you didn’t have bells and teachers telling you what to do all day, but rather you could wander as you please…

And, of course, the prospect of gaining new knowledge, and imagining what all of that future knowledge could be…

College wasn’t exactly like I thought it would be, but it did have its pleasant moments. There were definitely some exciting moments, to say the least. And no, it didn’t have anything to do with alcohol and sex (those were different exciting times). But just that freedom…there was something giddily exciting and satisfactory about it…

Even a simple travel into town for basic necessities could be exciting

Watching movies late at night on the movie channels, and wondering how movies were made; watching curiously, not understanding why other people enjoyed them if they didn’t watch them to understand how and why they were made…

And, of course, those hormones, which would make you imagine the greatest imaginings with every woman that you found remotely attractive (and which, eventually, would send you crashing down later, only to excite you again further down the road).

They were so exciting, so thrilling, and so fulfilling, those imaginings were…

The uncertainty, the new experiences, the imaginations of what the future might hold…

I need all of those excitements back in my life somehow…

Age.

My FAVORITE childhood sports memories, particularly baseball (not exhaustive). It’s writing style feels VERY poetic: my style ❤ My style reminds me of “A Christmas Story.” Read it, and you might agree. I know you will love it, but you CAN’T as much as I do. Enjoy.

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