I'll admit that high school isn't something I talk about a lot. I mean, the people who talk about high school are promptly met with a badly sung rendition of "Glory Days" in most cases. But, I'm not talking about high school, but more the undeniable scent of my hometown. It's amazing. I don't think I even knew it had a scent until I came back and smelled it. Of course, I could do without the tinge of cow manure, but I guess it wouldn't be the same without it. And the farms are close. In fact, this is a picture of a "farm" just outside our neighborhood.
There's a Friday night football game this week at the high school Luke is going to attend, and I'm tempted to go and unleash a flood of memories. What do you think? Should I do it?
I'll tell you that it will never be the same. That old saying, "You can never go home" is absolutely correct. Often times I look around this place and feel like I've been transported through time just like Back to the Future: Part II. It's really weird. I really am in 2015 and returning to my hometown in the future. I'll say it again: It's really weird. Luckily, my hometown isn't quite the mess that Hill Valley is in the movie, but there are new stores built up all over, and old, foundational stores and restaurants that are shut down. I can't describe the sensation.
Just to add some color to this post, here we are walking home from school!