End of innocence
September 17, 2007 3:37am CST
The other day, on the radio it was playing Don Henley's "The Boys of Summer". Always did liked the song. Aside from the fact that it was a good song, it makes me think back to my younger days and childhood. My interpretation of the song was about losing the sense of innocence we had when we moved into adulthood. The lyrics uses a lot of metaphors and taken literally, it seem like it's about lost love: "Nobody on the road nobody on the beach I feel it in the air the summers out of reach Empty lake, empty streets the sun goes down alone I'm driving by your house though i know that you're not home... ...i thought i knew what love was but did i know those days are gone for ever i should just let them go but..." I still recall the visits to my grandmother's house which was very far away. She would asked for my mother whenever she was feeling ill. Then my mother would bring me and my little brother to visit her. They lived in a rubber estate and most of my cousins are rubber tappers. In the evening after dinner, my uncle and his many children would often sat around the only tv set in the house and watched what's showing then. They would talked and sometimes comment on the show. Laughter could be heard all around. They would talk about their everyday problems freely. Even though i rarely join in the conversation, i could felt the closeness of a family then. Ths kind of closeness was never felt again after everyone grows up. They all have their own families to look after. Realities of life do sets in after that. Well, just a little rambling there. The way we see the world changed completely when we become adults. People don't have time for others anymore. Even i'm guilty of that myself.
• Boston, Massachusetts
17 Sep 07
I was writing about a similar subject today. I think that our childhoods bring special memories of times when we felt more sure and secure, even though we often didn't have a lot of control over where our lives were going at the time. Once we grow and we are subjected to obligations, work, family and time constraints, that simple enjoyment of sitting back and observing the world is gone. We don't have the time, we don't really experience, we move from chore to chore. When I was young I would lie for hours looking up at the sky at the clouds that moved apart and together, making new shapes in the sky and nothing was wrong as long as I was there. But we have all the time in the world when we are kids, we have no promises to keep. What is good is that we can still call these warm memories up when our spirits are tired and we need rest, when we want to remember people and places that shaped who we are and when we need to be those innocent children once again, seeing the world through the eyes of one who is not yet tired of life.
18 Sep 07
I must be getting old and feeling it too. At times, it does seemed happier when i think back to my younger days. Not that i'm not happy at the moment. There was just more of those fond memories from childhood and schooldays compared to those from later life. Hey, i loved to watch moving clouds too when i was young. In fact, still like to watch them occasionally when given the chance. Ya, it's the shape it makes that intrigue me, i guess. Even loved those ominous-looking rain clouds. They've got character. Someone once said that we must always keep our promises to our children. Never, ever break our promises to them because children take these very seriously. Adults often do not make their words count to those important to them. Hopefully every child will have lots of good memories to look back on when they're older. Thanks for sharing, Rollo. It is good to know that someone else still remembers.