Until you get old enough to have a “back in the day” moment, it doesn’t really hit you that everyone has a yesterday.
When I was in High School, I played bass and screwed around with playing in a couple of bands.
I remember once, during our big Halloween performance at a local “haunted house”, one of the fathers of the other band members got up and sang “Johnny Be Goode”.
I remember thinking, as we rocked out to contemporary stuff like Led Zeppelin and Lynyrd Skynyrd, that this old dude was trapped in the 50’s. The old dude was probably like 40 or something…he was really old.
It was really kind of cool….an authentic throwback singing the songs of yesteryear.
It’s strange to think that he was singing a song that at the time was probably about 20 years old.
Our parallel would be if anyone got misty eyed if I got up and sang a Boy George tune. I wonder if any one of us would say, “awwwww…that brings back some good, strong memories”? I kind of doubt it.
Thinking about it, I don’t think it’s profound or really all that interesting a “revelation”…but we all have our yesterdays and the memories that go with them.
When I was younger, I was so hyped up and in the moment that I didn’t give any of it a second thought. Now I’m occasionally a little reflective and do think about things like “days gone by”.
The funny thing is…I think my young children do some thinking about earlier times, too. They don’t have a lot of living under their belts yet….but they have things that they’re nostalgic about also.
When you hear a three-year old talking about a toy he had when he was a baby, it hits you that it’s something we all do.
It hasn’t hit the point yet where my favorite morning reading is the obituary section, though.