glory days..

I don’t  know why , but every time I began to talk with younger folks I feel like I am too old for the things I like, when I talk about this or that concert, or about places I went in my college times that now are just legends, damn! I say to myself:  dude, you’re pretty old.  Please follow me here, I am not telling that I am not happy, (actually I love my life, and my age) always when I got some activity that allows me to fly with my mind, I just do it , and yes it was just today while I was painting some wooden boxes for my wife that I began to tell her, that my first big band concert was when I was just fourteen!  And I still remember almost everything ,  the excitement, the travel , my friend that shared that one, perhaps it was the first steep on my twisted road, perhaps it was the first time that even unknowing it I was choosing different, different because I decided to go, no matter what, no matter how to that strange city, to that strange place, with a few bucks in my pocket, and with a friend of mine , it went all ok, we came back in one piece, and it was a great concert,  that I treasure in my mind, but I think that that trip, changed the way I saw the things by that time, after that I knew , and I learnt that I could do anything I want to,  fearless, working hard for it, learning from strangers, learning from my trip partners. After that came a lot of other trips other opportunities to learn, sleeping where I was able to, eating when it was possible too, I have to admit that not all the times it was cool, but I do admit that I learn a lot from it, and it is cool to remember that you made it!  24 years ago.