Walking through Crossiron mills today I couldn’t help but notice the crowds of junior high and high school kids. Just seeing them pass by brought back a nostalgic feeling; it feels just like yesterday that I was with my friends going boxing day shopping for the first time.
However, that time has past. I’m not as young as them anymore but I’m not as old as the adults either; I’m stuck in the middle, in the present with my friends.
Where we are, we see the reminders of our past and hints of our futures while we possess the best of both worlds; the freedoms of an adult matched with the immaturities of a child.
We are in the Present.