Re-living childhood

Many times the past few years when I close my eyes and try to sleep at night, all I can see is myself running in the planes of my village, Skiadas in Ipeiros, Greece. I am ending up tearfull while I am chasing my beloved hens, walk through my mother’s flowers in the yard, watch the goats and sheep coming down from the mountain in the afternoon, running through our vegetable garden, listen to the sound of the Aheron river from hundends of meters above, hunt for wild asparagus in the woods, climb that olive tree and hang upside-down from it and watch the sun slowly going away behind the Souli mountain. Basically, this is all as I was doing as a kid during the summer.

I wonder, do you get such flashbacks of your childhood before actually sleeping? I don’t know if I am getting miserable, homesick, lonely or all of them put together, or it’s just a natural phase kind of thing in my 30s.

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Tom Dison wrote on July 13th, 2006 at 2:49 AM PST:

I think it is a reminder to all of us in the “techy” world that all of our knowledge, gadgets, information, etc really don’t amount to much. Sometimes it would really be nice to get back to a much simpler life. The sad thing is when I think of moviing to some wonderful remote area and being “one with nature”, I also feel the need to add “as long as there is a high-speed internet connection around”. It reminds me of the scene in “The Net” with Sandra Bullock (woo hoo!) where she is sitting on the beach next to a beautiful ocean but her head is buried in her laptop.

Joseph wrote on July 13th, 2006 at 7:20 AM PST:

I would if I lived in such a place! :P

Especially if I was visiting or rellocating in a city with plain surroundings, etc. I’d hate living in a place where I didn’t have the mountains or the ocean nearby.

And all I do is really look at them, sometimes visit the beach or trails ;-) I’d hate to think what it’d be like if they were part of your regular day-day life.

I have such memories when thinking of my younger years visting family here.
An hour or two away, nice ferry trip.

stormrider wrote on July 13th, 2006 at 7:22 AM PST:

I have those flashbacks from 18 years old (the age I started feeling 40 years old)

Thom Holwerda wrote on July 13th, 2006 at 7:33 AM PST:

It’s because you remember what you despise the most, and what you love the most. All things in between are average, you forget them. It are the two extremes you remember.

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Eugenia wrote on July 13th, 2006 at 7:38 AM PST:

Well Thom, there were highs and lows in my teenage life, and in my 20s. But I don’t get these. I get this effect about my childhood only.

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