Wednesday, September 12, 2012
This is Lacy Park, which is an easy walk from where I grew up. It is so sweetly familiar. Memories of Lacy Park are sprinkled through my life. Our beagle. Babysitters. Y day camp. Fourth of July. Watergate. The rains of 1970. Kisses. Tutoring. Softball. Frisbee. A company picnic. A class reunion. My sons learning to ride bicycles. The summer I was off work.
Nostalgia is an ailment that mainly affects older people, but I don't think anyone is immune. Even pretty small children probably long to go back to a time when they didn't understand the news, when they believed in fairies and Santa Claus, and when they fit comfortably and safely in their parents' arms.