Sometimes it's weird to look back on middle school, and the teachers who brought our generation up as young kids being told about the future. I'm an adult now, and I feel like an adult now, but in a way it feels like I'm still a part of that group of dumb and naive kids. It doesn't feel that long ago at all. But the reality is that all of us are now pushing 40, and our time there is now wholly irrelevant, and we're so far removed from those years that it's fucking wild. A lot of those teachers are probably dead now.

I don't know how to articulate what it is I'm meaning to say here. It's just weird that we were kids so recently. I don't feel like my life has gone by all that fast, but middle school to 40 somehow did all the same. I feel my age, and I feel as though I've lived to my age, but my memories don't feel distant whatsoever. It feels like that was nine years ago.

Just like I feel like I was still living at home with my dad a few years ago, but I've been living in another country away from my parents for 7 years now, and my dad had been dead since last May.

He was such a good dad.

[–] macrocarpa@lemmy.world 11 points 6 months ago* (last edited 6 months ago) (2 children)

our parents felt the same thing

Your dad simultaneously saw you as the baby who slept securely in his arms, the child he saw through junior school, the teen who he tried to help steer past his own mistakes and the adult he wistfully spoke of with pride

Imagine how good he must feel to know that you remember him this way.

[–] Flummoxed@lemmy.world 3 points 6 months ago

You have put it in the perfect words. Thank you.

[–] Stalinwolf@lemmy.ca 2 points 6 months ago

Thank you. This is a beautiful sentiment.

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