I am a nostalgic person. Most people probably have their nostalgic moments, or days, maybe weeks. But unfortunately I am a little more nostalgic than I wish to be. Once when I was a junior in high school, I was driving home in my white Land Cruiser dubbed by friends "The Abominable Snowman "or "The Beast". As I turned onto Cattle Lane I was shocked to find 2 yellow lines all down the middle of my beloved road. I had grown up with it always being the same, never changing except for maybe a few pot holes getting filled in here and there. But this, this was just too much to take in with no warning. It sounds ridiculous (trust me, I know it does) that this simple change brought a few tears to my eyes. I didn't mind when they put a stop light in right around the corner but this was too close to home. What were they thinking? (They, meaning the yellow-line-painters) Did they even ask if we wanted those lines there? Of course I realize they didn't need to ask, because honestly, who would expect a 17 year old girl to care about the road as long as she can drive on it. Let alone the fact that I was probably the only one who was distracted by the yellow lines while everyone else was busy speculating when the Sonic being built on Main Street would be finished. Still.. I like my roughly paved road with the dip crossing the creek, pot holes and all, the entire road lacking of yellow lines.
........................ Anyway, I'm clearly over it now. HaHa
Maybe I was being gently eased into the pattern of change, since there were so many in my near future. Maybe I'm this way so that I can laugh at myself whenever I remember times like this.
Just thought I'd share some of my goofiness with you. =)