It's already the last day of March Break. That went by rather quickly, didn't it. I had a couple of days off work as did my husband. We didn't really have any plans. We took it day by day. On one of those days, we found ourselves downtown. It's been a while. Quite a while, actually. In my late teens, I spent a lot of time down there with my boyfriend (now husband). Being there brought back a lot of wonderful memories. Life was so different. We were so carefree. I still remember the complexity of our conversations - "What do you want to do?" "I don't know. What do you want to do?" "I don't care. What do you want to do?" "Wanna go to the arcade?" "Sure. I'm awesome at Pacman. I bet you I can beat the high score." Afterwards, we would walk for hours along the downtown streets, stopping every once in a while when a particular store caught our interest. Hmmmmmmm.............. [caption id="attachment_3497" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="And we're off. Downtown here we come."] [/caption] Fast forward approx. 20 years and here we are again. Walking along the same streets (although the arcade is gone, sniff sniff) Only this time, we have our kids with us. We want to show them where we grew up. We want them to catch a glimpse of us before we became mom and dad. But.... They're whining and their feet hurt and they're hungry and they're tired and blah, blah, blah. They're bursting my "lovely memories of yesteryear" bubble. They're just not getting it. Although, I think maybe the older one does. She seems captivated by it all. But she's a teen. She's nearly the same age I was when I fell in love with everything downtown. Maybe they just need more time. Maybe they need to be teenagers too...... Ok. Fair enough. I'll give them a couple of years. We'll be back.