So I have heard it said many times that you can't go back...Back to a better time. Back to a happier time. Back to your childhood. I don't like to hear that because it sounds so final. Memories can be so vivid that you can almost jump in and re-live that time.
Angie and I recently "went back". As I have previously posted, "the cabin" is a very special place for us. We used to live 2 hours apart from each other and we always looked forward to summer when we would be together and spend weeks at the cabin with our grandparents. This was our place, where we belonged together, no one else could touch it. Now we live 3 hours apart...Angie made the trip to my house last weekend and we made a trip to the cabin. It had been about 25+ years since we had been there. As we approached the lane that we loved to walk barefoot in the summer, all the memories came flooding back. We were nervous as we drove to the end of the lane. We were quickly surprised to see that the lane was blocked with a wire and flags. We parked and got out. As we were walking towards the cabin we were pointing and saying remember that....remember when...then...there it was..."the cabin". It all seemed smaller. The distance from the cabin to the garage seemed like a mile years ago-now just steps. The shelter house was there-just like we left it. The garage...not so good. The cabin was a sad sight. Years of neglect had brought it to its knees. It seemed so lonely. It was lonely. It broke our hearts. We started talking how we could fix it up...tear it down and build a new one...
It was hard to leave it behind. I feel like there are pieces of us trapped inside. Pieces that want to see us again. Maybe you can't go back...
