This post will be short but I have to do it. The kids went back to school yesterday. Chris started ninth grade and Jamie started sixth. Wait. Hold on. How in the world can Jamie be in sixth grade? That just isn’t possible.
I can remember having similar feelings when Geoffry started sixth grade. The same feeling popped back up a few years ago when Chris reached that point. Jamie is my baby. She’s my last child. She is now in sixth grade. I have talked and written about my sixth grade so much that most people who know me can recite the important facts back to me. It is the first year of my life that I can vividly recall. It’s where the majority of my childhood memories begin. Jamie is there now.
Wow. It’s been thirty-five years since I was there. That’s hard to imagine but it’s true. So, in honor of that magical year I am listening to music from 1981 today. I’ll probably hook up the Atari Flashback tonight and play a game or two of Yar’s Revenge. I’ll probably send my buddy Paul a quick message on Facebook to lament our long gone youth. For now I’ll sing along with The Cars and The J. Geils Band.
Grace and peace