Things change

One of the best times in my life was when I was in Children's hospital when I was 11. I got to know everybody, a couple of us would go hang out and play pool. It was a comfortable time, it was the life.
Now 20 years later, I had a chance to go back thanks to a non cancerous meningioma that had to be taken out.

Call it naiveness, call it wishful thinking, call it whatever you want, but in the back of my mind, I imagined things would the similar as they were 20 years ago. The closeness, the comradery, the fun of it all. And it was, for the ones who actually were 11. I could see it in the way they ran up and down the hall, giggling as they went by. They looked like they were having so much fun, it really took me back to the good ole days.

On the flip side, I was busy on the computer every night taking care of my business, applying for grants and doing my taxes. It was not fun for me anymore, It was different now, and what I realized is I have responsibilities 20 years later, and as much as I wanted things to be like when I was a kid, I knew that just wasn't the case anymore. Things had changed; I had changed. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

But it was good that I had that opportunity to go back because the part of me that did want relive those memories, finally got a chance to. Peter Pan never grew up, but Wendy did.