Roads
I took a drive on my lunch hour today. It so happens that I am working only a few minutes from where I spent my first two years of high school, where my mother worked for most of my teen years, and where I officed for my first full-time job. It is also just across the highway and down the road from where my, literally, adopted grandfather lived. (My mother won legal custody of this elderly man in a protracted battled to keep him independent. I adored him.)
I just meandered up the road, looking to see how much things had changed since these were last my stomping grounds. Boy, have things changed!
I wondered what my 16 year old self would think, looking at me today. I'll bet those eyes would run the road of this body and think the same thing I thought about Zjadek's old street, "Dang..." Actually, I think my 16 year old self would be pretty pleased by me. She wouldn't much like my girth, but considering how emo and defeated she felt most of the time, I think she would be delighted to see me so happy.
