Boy Meets World.

I hardly ever cry but the other day I couldn’t help myself. As I was stumbling through the World Wide Web I came across old episodes of Boy Meets World. And I began to tear up not because of the acting, not because of the content, for no reason in particular other than the wave of memories that came flooding back. Images of being nine again, staying late out into the summer nights, wanting to stay up past your bed-time because it was the cool thing to do; Hey Arnold! and Doug were my sitcoms, Will Smith was my favorite rapper, and I just figured out how to remain immune of the Small Pox on Oregon Trail. Goosebumps still scared me, Animorphs thrilled me, Lunchables satisfied me, and the Power Rangers still excited me. I still had a love/hate relationship with my Slip & Slide, I wore FUBU & Rocawear, Pokémon engulfed my world, and my Gigapet always died because I couldn’t take it to school. All That made me laugh, Hannah Montana mania didn't exist, Jonas Brothers weren't around, and Twilight wouldn't dare come out. Oh and how I loved my three pairs of Zip-off pants/shorts.

And I cried; remembering yesterdays that were easier than today. I miss the days of not alienating people, to not know what its like to have loved and lost; when pain was not tangible other me scraping my leg playing kickball. We didn't drink, we didn't smoke, we weren't fucking, we weren't crying, we weren't lying, it was just different. I didn't have to bend my reality because for me, it was good enough. I would never change the period of my life in which I inhabit but that doesn’t keep me from not feeling nostalgic. And though my life is beautiful in so many was, still, I miss simplicity, I miss ease, I miss Boy Meets World.