If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of you life would you return to? Why?
I wonder what it would be like to relive my childhood. I had a few challenging moments, but for the most part, I had a fun youth and wouldn’t mind giving it another go. I’d be curious to see if I could recreate the unbridled fun that floods my elephantine memories.
I’ve had providential experiences in late 1960s Jamaica and 1970s North America that will stay with me. From walking barefoot on hot stones to jumping double dutch barefoot on North Bronx sidewalks during an Indian Summer. Hide and Seek, Blind Man’s Bluff and Red Light Green Light are just a few of the games that kept me busy from sunrise to sunset.
It would be equally interesting to observe how my reverse physical transformation would impact my fun meter. To be aware of a return to childhood and to twice observe myself being myself as a child. It’s an intriguing thought.
But, there is no clock nor time. There is only change. And I’ve changed into this tall person with memories of a time when I was a short person with no dreams or hopes, only the freedom to have fun for the sake of having fun. I didn’t know what education or responsibilities or dreams were. I simply existed inside self, inside life—even before I knew what “life” was. There was no past or present, only the moment in which I breathed.