Submitted by Sherry Shepherd on Fri, 02/01/2019 - 00:00
I miss being young and naïve. Thinking and imagining what life would be like when I “grew up.” I miss that young self-centeredness that makes you feel invincible—like you could change the world. I miss that excitement for life and the belief that lasting love was going to be my story as it was my parents and grandparents. The belief that forever means forever for everyone and that honesty, trust and goodness are traits in everyone. I miss not knowing what I know now and what I didn’t know then. I miss believing that love is out there for me and that sweetness of youth that allows one to believe that all things are possible. I miss when I thought that I was smarter, wiser and more gifted than my parents. I miss those days of coming home after school to music playing and my mom cooking in the kitchen and her being able to remember everything I said. I miss the easy days of friends and church and instant companionship. I miss planning how life was going to turn out and thinking that if I just stuck to the plan, ...well that the plan would work out.
