Impressed..

High school.. something I experience over and over again when I go out on weekends to local the local bar/ club. In general, that aspect of going out is not something I enjoy. I'm not a fan of running into people I haven't seen since high school, and in all honesty, didn't really care to see ever again. However, thats besides the point. 

In high school, as always, there were cliques. You got the Jocks, the Nerds, the 'Outcasts' (self- proclaimed), the Goths, the floaters.. and the Puck bunnies, or Gap girls as we called them. The jocks are the ones I'm going to discuss.

The jocks were the hockey players that seemed to coast through life on the coattails of people like me.  People as they deem 'smart' and could use to their advantage.. and like every other non- gap girl in the school that they chose, I allowed it. I was annoyed about it, but, glad to be accepted by the more 'popular' group. 

I graduated high school, glad to be rid of them forever. They went on to play in the CHL. I moved on to university. Then, on Saturday night, I saw one of them. The first I've seen since graduation. And he apologized. He apologized for everything. And he apologized that his friends were such pricks as well.. I was pleasantly surprised! and amazed.. and confused. But also impressed.

Not many people would take the initiative or time to go out of their way to apologize for something that happened so many years ago. And it's amazing how much animosity I was feeling for those boys. And it's amazing how those two words, 'I'm sorry' has taken it all away.. I've decided that there are a few advantages to growing up I suppose... 

Where in the world is..

Jonathan Taylor Thomas. 

I was wondering this as I was watching a very old episode of Home Improvement last night. I remember way back when I was in grade 2, and my bff N was in love with him. 

She'd come to school and tell us all about the latest dream she had that involved JTT. The most prominent one was where he came and whisked her away from school in the middle of class- a big production of course!- they'd drive off in his limo, and head for a very romantic lunch at... Harvey's. yup! Harvey's. Talk about romantic! Who wouldn't love a romantic lunch (because if she missed dinner with her parents, she'd be in BIG trouble!) with the smell of grease and heart attacks lingering in the air. When we all teased her about it, she insisted that it was very romantic because he paid the 'restaurant' to close down for those few hours so they could be alone. Oh baby oh baby!! 

Taking this little trip down memory lane caused me to think of all the little celebrity crushes going on nowadays. Zac Efron, the Jonas Brothers seem to be most prominent right now. I am the first to laugh at those who dream of "wouldn't it be nice if they noticed ME" and the "if I could just meet him, I know we'd be together forever!" But, I suppose, this is just them being kids.. If they want to dream of lunch with these boys at Harveys, have at it! 

I guess we laugh because we don't have those types of aspirations. Our eyes turn from Hollywood Hotties to the hotties living down the street that we'd never really noticed before. We turn from dreams to reality.

So to O, my baby sister, dream away little one, while you can. For tomorrow will hit you with a sad reality. 

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The Mystery and Magic of Young Minds

I love reading other people's blogs. Some of them bring back such memories. I just finished reading Clever Girl Goes Blog: My magic., and I was reminded of some of the magic I thought I had possessed when I was young.

First of all, my cousin and I thought we could walk on air. I mean, we would take two small steps into the air so that we were hovering only a mere few inches off the ground- enough to be able to walk through the house without mom realizing we weren't actually napping as we were supposed to be, and were actually stealing our way to the cookie jar. I suppose we had just gotten to the point where we knew all the right places to step, where the floor wouldn't give way just a bit. To this day, my cuz and I still talk about how we could 'walk on air', and get away with anything.

At school, my bff Nicole and I had read a book, which talked about water that was all powerful, and any who drank it possessed the ability to do anything. So, we'd go down to the candy machines, and instead of water, it would be magic smarties that would give us our strength. In the middle of class, when we were having trouble doing something, we would reach in to our desk, exchange a look with the other, and pop our magic 'pill'. And, somehow, things didn't seem so hard.

The kids from my little town would gather in the "kids fort", a cleared area among the bush out behind the old horse racetrack, and we would convince all the younger kids that we had the power to do anything to anyone we liked. We would put a hex on the caregiver that yelled at us to get out of the bushes. We would 'bless' the house of our favourite old lady who would always have time to give us some fresh lemonade and cookies. We'd have initiations where the little one would have to go to the "forbidden area" (the mill behind our house) and put one foot inside the door, before running away, scared to pieces of the terrors we'd explained existed behind that door. We sure were awful sometimes.

And the imagination! When we played hide and go seek, my friends and I would go and fight our way into the biggest closet in the house. Past old clothes, helmets, bins, and finally past my dad's old motorcycle helmet and leather jacket, we entered a world apart from our own. Where we'd have adventures for hours, especially when my brother was the 'seeker'. It was, after all, a very good hiding spot!

Mmm, we did have some good times back then. And, now that I've entered the world of decisions, bills, and heartbreak, what I wouldn't do to have a little of that magic back.