Blasts from the Past

Funny, seems this weekend is full of blast from the past encounters of people I have not heard from in years if not a decade. One very good, and one VERY sour.

Blast from the Past 1: Brought back nostalgia of the golden days, the days where innocence was the norm, friends and lovers were sincere, stress was unknown, trust was never a doubt, lunch and recess were the highlights of the day, and growing up seemed so far away.

Blast from the Past 2: Brought back the pain and agony of trust, the strangling of the neck feeling when everything seems to be going wrong, the countless tears shed alone, the betrayal, the growing pains, the meaning of love, and the reason why I grew up.

But, experiences are what make us who we are, each blast from the past has taught me something that you can't learn at school, just those life lessons that seem to come at the most untimelyof times.