I never really understood the big deal about new years or the ball dropping or any of that shit at all. This year just strikes me because of the specific number. I just remember at some assembly in elementary school they kept talking about the future and 2020 and to me it was unimaginable to think that far ahead or that I'd even be alive it just seemed so far away.
It's funny how odd little things can trigger memories of things past. We were sitting at a park yesterday enjoying the sunshine and in the park you could hear the traffic off in the distance on 283. There was also occasional gun shots at the nearby shooting range. Both of these things along with being outside really had me thinking of growing up going to Hazleton with my dad or my grandparents to go to the mountains.
When we were kids we were never fat like so many kids are today. Until middle school we walked everywhere we went if my dad was working since he was the only one that drove (not that we really went anyplace due to lack of money but that's another story.) I can remember walking to the Woodhaven Mall when I was a toddler and we lived at my grandparents. That was only a few blocks though.