Passages like the one he’s going through this weekend always remind me of my own childhood. Thoughtful and a bit of a loner, I remember riding my bicycle around the neighborhood in the summer, all by myself, wondering and dreaming.
What would my life be like when I was grown up?
Back then, I couldn’t have fathomed the twists and turns my life would take.
Or that it would pass in what seems like the blink of an eye.
I hope he’s as lucky as I was: many of my dreams have come true.
It’s such a strange feeling, this looking back from five decades on. And then, I look at my nephew, almost 22, preparing to take his first small step into adulthood.
When I was 22, M. and I were already married and living in Tallahassee. He was in law school and I was knee-deep in my own education. But I was as clueless about life as my nephew is. As all young people that age are. Maybe even more clueless.
But I dreamed. As I hope he does.
Because dreams are where the future begins.