Nostalgia
Nostalgia. An emotion like no other. I'm nostalgic a lot, about a lot of things. On one side it's a great feeling, you can feel all warm inside when looking back to cool stuff you've done in the past. Like the times I was hanging around with my brother, me being a mere 6 years old, and just.. hanging out. I so much looked up to him.
Or when I always skated with my friends to school, feeling all tough because we were "cool" when I was about 11.
Or when we always ran as fast as we could in afternoon break from school to my place to play on my Super Nintendo, and always came way too late at school again.
Nostalgia.
On the other side, I feel bad at times when I think of them. I want them back, and it's impossible. I miss them. Hell yes I miss them.
I know there are a lot of things that I will miss when I grow older. I will miss:
The times Jarl and I were just jamming with our guitars and the hours fly by
The times we went to town hanging around and listening to cds, buying clothes and eating a Whopper at the Burger King
The route I always go from school to home, with all them sneaky paths and stuff, where no one can keep up with me
The times my friends and I were just hanging at the some punk café and stuff
The time when love didn't kill me on the inside
The time when friendship lasted forever
Or when I always skated with my friends to school, feeling all tough because we were "cool" when I was about 11.
Or when we always ran as fast as we could in afternoon break from school to my place to play on my Super Nintendo, and always came way too late at school again.
Nostalgia.
On the other side, I feel bad at times when I think of them. I want them back, and it's impossible. I miss them. Hell yes I miss them.
I know there are a lot of things that I will miss when I grow older. I will miss:
The times Jarl and I were just jamming with our guitars and the hours fly by
The times we went to town hanging around and listening to cds, buying clothes and eating a Whopper at the Burger King
The route I always go from school to home, with all them sneaky paths and stuff, where no one can keep up with me
The times my friends and I were just hanging at the some punk café and stuff
The time when love didn't kill me on the inside
The time when friendship lasted forever
Uh... Sabre, you're not a child any more?

Well...not in the eyes of the law, and that's good enough for me! I also don't have that innocence that comes with childhood... when you thought that being a plumber and jumping on turtles heads was a sensible career move, or when you believed that Egg's had boxing gloves, and spun in the air when they jumped.
Or even those days of writing numerous lines of code on your ZX Spectrum, all to find the result. The letter A moving across the screen. Simply amazing.
Or even those days of writing numerous lines of code on your ZX Spectrum, all to find the result. The letter A moving across the screen. Simply amazing.

I also don't have that innocence that comes with childhood
You mean virginity?
You mean virginity?
