It always amazes me to come back to childhood places. To gaze towards the lake and think of the times spent swimming from the rocks. Looking out over the fields where we used to run barefoot and step in cow muck. To remember my first fishing trip, my days of laughter and fun with friends at the neighboring lake. To see the old schoolyard, knowing that the same teachers still work there. Same football field, same gym. Going in to town, that each spring comes alive, spending time talking to an old history teacher, realizing that people have died this last year. I love my life which contains lots of change, but isn't it wonderful how comforting it can be with familiarity for just a short period of time. Then I'm back in the game.
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