A teenage neighbour is going to Uni in September. To Lancaster here in the North of England, just over the Pennines.
The mention of Lancaster got me remembering how I used to love going there to watch rock bands in the 70's. Not sure if bands play Uni's or Poly's anymore but back then they did all the time. I saw my beloved Budgie, the greatest heavy rock band ever; the superb Joan Armatrading; the quite gorgeous Judie Tzuke and I even saw Lynyrd Skynyrd before half of them perished in a plane crash. I was glad I'd seen them live.
My neighbour's excitement at going in September - leaving home basically - reminded me how everything was indeed more exciting when we were young. It is understandable as most things we haven't tried before - leaving home, relationships, driving, being part of causes, drinking, studying and so on. Its all new to a teenager and I suppose its that sheer unadulterated excitement that carries them out of the parental nest, otherwise they may never leave!
This blog is often about an even earlier time in our lives, when toys and kids TV shows and mates and playing excited us.
I suppose nostalgia is basically remembering that feeling - or at least trying to. I wonder if its possible to feel like we did 55 years ago? Do we even get close?
But its nice to try. Do you agree?
