Filling out a picture order form just now, I started to write the home address of my parents, the place where I grew up but where I haven’t resided for a decade and a half.
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This mistake might have something to do with the fact that, earlier this evening, I saw myself on stage as a girl nearly two-and-a-half decades younger — in the form of my eldest daughter, Vivian. In her first scene, as a “Rockette” in the A-Town Middle School production of Annie, Viv resembled my younger self so much that I gasped when she appeared, like an apparition from my adolescence.
In another time-travel moment*, Viv’s best friend Shannon appeared on stage wearing the very same tan calico romper dress that I had worn as an orphan in the same show, on the same stage, in 1989.
I know, I know — “it’s not about me.” But sometimes there are these moments, while raising kids in one’s hometown, that time seems warped, and experiences seem timeless, and it’s hard to remember which decade we’re in.
*that’s for you, Leena ;)
3 comments:
I have felt the same way this week, I think that's why I volunteered to help so much...it's been great to soak in the nostalgia. We are lucky to have the ability to enjoy the same things now we enjoyed as kids within the same walls. Sometimes it seems the culture has changed so much since we were kids, but this week I have had some moments when I realized that the things that matter: community, friendship, working together to achieve a goal, enjoying a job well done, enjoying the joys of being young...those are still the same.
Hooray for time travel and for all who recognize it for what it is: a gift!
I love that you wrote this! I don't think I'd call it nostalgia, perhaps it's a sense of gratitude. One of the sweetest parts of the show, for me, was seeing N surrrounded by people and the children of people that I also did theater with! I'm grateful for their contributions.
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