I don’t get nostalgic.
Now is now, then is then.
Buuuttttt…..I guess there’s an exception to every rule.
The JEA convention was in Anaheim this year. I only know because of Facebook. I just looked through 250 pictures of kids I don’t even know. A creepy time waster? Yes. I couldn’t drag myself away.
“Holy hannah,” I said to myself. “That’s me. But not me.”
You see, Anaheim is where it all started. After a week in Anaheim, all of the other kids on the newspaper staff probably told their parents about Disneyland and the old drunk men on the bus. After a weekend of listening to reporters from NPR, The New York Times, and The Washington Post, I came home and told me parents I wanted to be a journalist. They probably let it slide. I’m famous for temporary bouts of insanity that have caused me to play the flute (fail), kick a soccer ball (trrripppp), sing (ouch), and attempt building diatonic chords (don’t ask and I won’t have to tell).
Luckily for me (and my poor parents, who have had to pay for every lesson imaginable) it stuck.
And now I’m sitting on a dorm bed with 2 deadlines. I couldn’t be happier.
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