I pulled out my bike today. Didn't feel like driving a car around; some sort of mid-teens crisis, maybe. The last time I had ridden on that bike was probably April of sophomore year in high school. Over the last three and a half years, I think the possession of a car has accompanied a certain freedom and independence. It has also commemorated a divergence from certain people in my life; I've been able to travel farther.
In middle school, all of my friends HAD to be within about a two mile radius of my house. Otherwise, it was simply unfeasible to maintain a relationship with them; especially in the summer months. I loved summer in my early teen years. I would spend most mornings mowing my neighbors' lawns, then using the money to go down to the neighborhood CVS and buy some candy or pushups (those fucking awesome orange-flavored ice cream treats they always passed out at the last day of soccer games as kids). In the afternoons, I'd ride my bike over to Ben or Matt's house, wake them up, and head over to a nearby girl's place for the day. There was this girl I was convinced I was in love with. She introduced me to the song "Fix You" by Coldplay, and it instantly became my most-listened-to song on my iPod. The memory of her will forever be the summer afternoons I biked over to her house. Part of me still thinks I have feelings for her; that's the child in me, though.
I'm a much taller, stronger, wealthier person now than I was five years ago. Yet, emotionally, I don't think much has changed. Especially as I ride that bike around; nostalgia brings me back to the adolescent feelings I thought had been repressed. I'm glad I still have the memories.
Today was a good day. Reaffirmation that any part of my history can be resurrected through thoughts. I like that.
-Jack
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