The Wonder Years: A Look Back
I remember watching "The Wonder Years" with my mother and older brother back in the early nineties over Pizza Hut and ice-cold coca cola. I'm fairly certain that its depth went right over my head back then, but I do remember that I liked it because Kevin Arnold was like me. Except he was a boy.
I found some clips of it on YouTube today, and I was surprised at how much of it I remembered, and how much of it I understood. It's ironic how a television show based on the late sixties but airing in the late eighties could impact my life in the year 2008, but there you go.
I'm at a point in my life where I can do practically anything, be anywhere, and I'm at a loss about what to do.
Yesterday I found out that another of my friends (who are my age), got pregnant and are planning on getting married. I'm nothing but happy for them, and they're doing great.
Sometimes I wish that I could unroll a checklist for my Life-- something that had everything I needed to do to get to where I want to go. I'd just have to go out and do it, tick off a little checkbox, and "level up" after I'd met all the requirements. Unfortunately, Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.
It feels like just yesterday when I was in grade school, crying over some boy calling me names, or in high school, talking to my favourite teacher. Hell, it feels like just yesterday when I first stepped into the College of Fine Arts-- a place where I would spend the next seven years learning how to hold a brush or prime a canvas.
In the words of the immortal Kevin Arnold: "Growing up happens in a heartbeat."
I wish he'd mentioned what happens afterwards.
I found some clips of it on YouTube today, and I was surprised at how much of it I remembered, and how much of it I understood. It's ironic how a television show based on the late sixties but airing in the late eighties could impact my life in the year 2008, but there you go.
I'm at a point in my life where I can do practically anything, be anywhere, and I'm at a loss about what to do.
Yesterday I found out that another of my friends (who are my age), got pregnant and are planning on getting married. I'm nothing but happy for them, and they're doing great.
Sometimes I wish that I could unroll a checklist for my Life-- something that had everything I needed to do to get to where I want to go. I'd just have to go out and do it, tick off a little checkbox, and "level up" after I'd met all the requirements. Unfortunately, Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.
It feels like just yesterday when I was in grade school, crying over some boy calling me names, or in high school, talking to my favourite teacher. Hell, it feels like just yesterday when I first stepped into the College of Fine Arts-- a place where I would spend the next seven years learning how to hold a brush or prime a canvas.
In the words of the immortal Kevin Arnold: "Growing up happens in a heartbeat."
I wish he'd mentioned what happens afterwards.