I spent some time today with a friend and her children.
It was nice!
We played with Matchbox cars. You know the last time I did that?
Years ago.
We played today with cars, trucks, convertibles…and they rode up and down a little construction lot. It brought back some great memories. There was innocence and focus, intensity and laughter.
It was all there, and all so simple!
All the cars I used to play with are somewhere in storage, I think. No idea where . It’s funny…when I was young, I couldn’t get enough of them, and now, I couldn’t even find them.
Is that tragic?
I’m not sure. I’ve moved on to more complex toys and forms of entertainment. I don’t want to knock those things, but I can’t help but remember there was a time when a one dollar car was just as fun as a Wii…When wooden blocks brought the same smile as an iPhone…And when a slide was just as thrilling as a drive north.
I’m not sure what happened between “way back when” and “right now”…Is there a fundamental difference? Am I the same person? What really matters to me today?
We can all ask these questions, I think. As we age, we are more and more pressed by responsibility and, possibly, a growing angst around the meaning of life.
Where are we? Who are we?
Maybe those answers can be found by going back into memory and re-discovering who we were…or what we used to play with.
-josh
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