Mm... Nostalgia

The other day (actually, I guess it was two weeks ago now), I hopped the fence of the elementary school behind my apartment complex to go kick the soccer ball around alone in the evening. As the sun went down and I stopped focusing on practicing I stopped and listened. Nostalgia. Even though the elementary school wasn't the one I attended, it still reminded me of the nights when I lived in Portola Valley and would go to my elementary school to stargaze with the Astronomy club that my science teacher had started. Parents (typically the dads for some reason) and their kids would meet in the courtyard of the school and use the science teacher's telescope, and if they had one, the parents would bring their own too. Just staring up at the stars under they yellow-cast lights of the hallways. My interest in astronomy was first born there I think. I like the quietness of the school at night. I also remembered when we had family pot-lucks on the soccer field for the whole school. Families bring their own food, but usually you planned to meet up with another family to eat dinner together so us kids could play together. The school provided milk and ice cream (of course). The setting sun and coming of dusk reminds me of those times, with kids running the halls and playing in the yard and on the field. We didn't have enormous amounts of homework, we weren't pressured to think about our futures, we were just stuck in the present enjoying every moment of life - seeing kids playing at school at that age always makes me smile ^_^. Anyways, I sat on the playground for awhile, looking out over the school, listening to a few kids who were playing in a courtyard across the field and looking up at the sky and the yellow lights of the school, basking in their glow of nostalgia. While revenge may be a dish best served cold, nostalgia is best when served warm - and fuzzy (on the inside).