If I could write a t.v. show that brought back nostalgia for me, it would be Wednesdays at Silver Creek Lanes, or something like that. I realize that's not a good title, that's I write blog entries that no one reads and not television scripts.
The place has burned down and been rebuilt differently, so it makes the memories even thicker because I cannot go back there, it's locked in my mind.
But I am not sure if it was Wednesdays or when it was, but my parents were in a bowling league at Silver Creek Lanes in the mid 1970's. I was a kid, we're talking like 6, 7, or 8...wow, just writing that and realizing what an effect that time had on me is kind of weird.
But I grew up a lot then and experienced some firsts.
My parents would bowl, and there was a group of us that would run and play in the area behind it.
It was a sort of freedom.
We thought we were in a world of our own, but our parents would, of course, from time to time have to come and tell us to calm down.
We would play tag, freeze tag, arm wrestle and fall in "love". That is so funny to write, being probably 7 years old.
When I was that age, I was pretty fast, pretty cute, and pretty smart, so I was good at tag and freeze tag and there was one little girl that caught my heart and now at 53, I cannot remember her name. But I remember looking forward to those nights because of her and all of the other friends there.
What set off the inspiration to reminisce today is the song Sister Golden Hair by America.
That song, like many from that era, really bring back memories of that time. So much so, that I often call them bowling alley songs.
There was a jukebox there and that song was played every time we were there, or so it seemed, so when I hear that guitar riff, I am transported back to a much more innocent time.
A time when I was fast.
A time when I got the cute girl to like me.
A time when losing an arm wrestling contest to a cocky little boy, helped me lose the affection of the cute girl.
To a time when music was better, the Coca-Cola was better, the freedom of the place was better, and not understanding the pain and suffering of aging can bring existed, the innocence of that time was so fun.
Oh, I miss those days.
I wish I could go back in time and just sit and watch the whole scenario play out and tell the little boy playing there, it's gonna be a wild ride, but you will end up great with a beautiful wife and two wonderful children.
And the 7 year old me would look at him and then run to mom and dad and tell them "stranger danger"!
