A phrase with many translations referring to 'the beginning', or 'the time before', but the one I choose to see it as is 'in the Great time'. They say that retrospection is 20/20 but everyone remembers what they saw a bit differently. We have a tendency to see the past better than it was and long for those days and feelings to come back. I definitely do. Being 12 was fantastic. School was simple, sports were less demanding, friends were numerous, not superficial, and could spend the night any given weekend. Bikes could be ridden dawn to dusk and recess was pure joy. Kissing a girl was the biggest accomplishment.
Which leads to my first memory as a human being. I've always taken pride in my poor memory, so the first memory I fully recall comes in illo tempore of kindergarten. In fact, many of my beginning memories stem from that school in Reno, but I like this one. I had made my very first best-friend in kindergarten, his name was Christian, and till this day I still have a stuffed animal with his namesake. Even at the kindergarten level, this school required uniforms, for boys, collars and slacks, for girls, dresses. And every recess, Chrisitan and I would lay amongst the woodchips under the jungle-gym bridge and wait for the girls in their dresses to run across. Waiting for that flash of underwear. It sounds super creeper status now, even typing about it. But we were five, and girls were an anomaly. At the same time, occasionally girls caught us and would run the bridge anyway, trying to beat our gaze.
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