And I’m not counting things like what you do or get when you grow up like having a bank account or getting a real job. Nor am I accepting the whole ‘I just grew up’.
My sign of my childhood ending or accepting that it has ended is when all of the nu-metal bands I was introduced to and listened to a lot of us just ended up fractured. They all didn’t endure the passage of time and it was really just a matter of you had to be there to know how popular they were or the scene was.
The bands I used to have listened to have gone the way of Classic Rock on the radio. Spammed tracks from some bands because that’s all the DJ knows or that’s all they’re allowed to play.
The kid that wants to hold his mom’s hand and to have his dad tell him he’s proud of him will always be in there somewhere. The kid who’s scared of the basement with the lights off. The kid who just wants to play GoldenEye with his brother. He never went anywhere. He’s still in there and comes out when my kids need him.
Damn that’s a strong text. Thank you for that. That really moved me