The Good Ol' Days

Someone asked me that question a few days ago. In fact, I have been asked that question enough so far in my pre yellow sticker life time, that I am beginning to wonder just what impression people have of me... Well it would probably be the right one, but thats for another time.

I am actually curious as to whether people truly expect me to answer that question? I mean, (and this is a rhetorical question, so don't get smart and give me an answer that is in the negative), but do I really look that dumb? Why am I going to tell somebody, and it is usually someone I don't know very well that asks the question, what the worst thing I have ever done is? Surely that has got to be the dumbest question in the world? Actually no... its not. I remember someone said to me "What's the number for 999?", but it does come pretty close.

Now, I could actually tell some funny stories about some of the stuff I have gotten up to. There was a notorious 'Jama Jam that I attended in Clapton; my poor innocent eyes were never the same again after that night. Then there was the very first GoUK (a christian youth retreat) which I remember going to with a bunch of friends... Or, my personal favourite which involves myself and a friend running through the service tunnels of Wembley Conference Centre trying to evade capture by the staff, but alas I cannot. I cannot reveal the identity of those parties involved just in case anyone knows them, and tells Michaels mom about the Jama Jam, reveals Leon as the V-Reg, or tells Carey's mom what a bad boy he was when he was meant to actually be in church.

Ahhhh the good old days.

But time ticks on... and before I even realised it, I have grown up and matured (admittedly not much), and have responsibilities (although some may call being married a handicap). I sadly don't see my friends as much, I don't have the freedom to do as I please as my actions and lack of thought now impact others a lot more. But I am not saying that it's a bad thing. It's just part of this thing called life. And lets be honest, Trini Girl In London was a bad influence on me, so not seeing her so much could actually be considered a good thing! It's not just my life that has changed either. A lot of my friends are doing hard labour (have children) and a life sentence (married), so they have different priorities. Some friends have passed away. And some... well, they just aren't friends any more.

Still, I can't help but look back on those times that I spent with them, and the things we got up to with a tinge of longing. Longing to just be care free, where my only responsibility was myself; longing to set my own rules and agenda. But perhaps I should stop longing for the past glories; after all, do I not have tomorrow that I can shape into bigger and brighter things? Ok admittedly we won't be going around to different churches to look for women (come on now, don't act like you didn't know that wasn't the case), and we won't be hosting Jama Jams and all night parties like we used, but we can still have fun.

Speaking of which, I know just the next thing we can get up to... and I borrow the lines from the great Black Adder... "I have a cunning plan!".