Before Addiction

Before Addiction.


Odd how the present can actually change the past. Once fond memories can somehow change when looked at through the spectacle of current pain. Just this week I experienced something similar to the story above. Camping in a state, lakeside campground, I had the melancholy pleasure of watching the neighboring site, full of loudly vivacious kids, as the group explored the wonders found at the water’s edge. For others at the campground, the addition of the group probably brought grumbles and curled lips. For me, well, I looked on with tears, remembering when one of a similar group was a sandy-haired, knobby-kneed boy just learning how to skip rocks across the surface of the still waters. I continued to watch as the sun’s last rays reflected hues of golden rose and mixed with their shadowy figures.


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