A song came on the radio this afternoon - one I'd never heard before. I was punching buttons and this line jumped out at me from a country/western station..."I feel like 17 when I'm in my hometown..."
Well, I'm not even sure that was the line, but it was something similar and it made me think of the friends I had just spent several hours with...eating, laughing, drinking...celebrating yet another birthday (my friend Darla's)...friends that knew me when I was 17.
Like the song said, when I go back to my hometown, it's like peeling back years. But I don't even have to go all the way back to feel that way - just being with these friends connects me to my 17-year-old self. They are my hometown, personified and portable.
Don't get me wrong...I love the age I am! I love being 50! Even if there was a way, I wouldn't want to go back to 17! (shiver...)
But ages are merely points on a line; when I'm with these girls and other friends from back then...when I go back to my old neighborhood...it reconnects my points...broadens me...stretches me from a single point back into the whole line, reminding me that I am both ages and all in between, all at the same time...
"The great thing about getting older is you don't lose all the other ages you've been." (Madeleine L'Engle)
I'm grateful for these local Deer Park Divas who help me hang on to those other points...Donna CF, Darla, Leslie, Donna BV...
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