
I read about
CuriousGirl feeling rather nostalgic not too many days ago...and it must be in the air because I too have been experiencing it. Waves of my past keep washing over me at random moments.
The other day we ate at one of my favorite places,
The Common Market, and as I sat down to enjoy my veggie wrap and my coke in the bottle I had a flash of childhood. I looked at the bottle and instantly pictured a little blond girl with big blue eyes running through a huge grassy field. I pictured the kid and then thought.."Hey! That's me! I know her!!" (Kind of like when Liz sees herself in the elevator mirror in
Eat Pray Love by
Elizabeth Gilbert)
I suddenly found myself, 6 years old, on my Dad's property in the country. He built a house back then and he owned 23 acres of land. Before the house was complete, we used to fly kites in the field. Every trip out there required a stop at a tiny little gas station that had the yummy coke in the little glass bottles. (and cheerwine too. used to lovelovelove cheerwine as well.)
I can't help but wonder what little moments my children will remember...what smells will take them there...what sights and sounds. Nostalgia. Bittersweet.