I remember the care-free days of the time that was very much unlike the days we are getting used to.
I remember going to baseball games in Oakland, California just last year, sitting in the stands with my children. There were people all around us, all of the time during the game, and more people came around to sell drinks and snacks. Thousands and thousands of baseball fans were together and we thought nothing of it, because we would always be able to enjoy it, right? Surely nothing was going to change in the future. Sit back, eat your cracker jacks, high-five everyone around you, lunge for the foul balls, and pay for another beer. I miss it all.
I remember jam-packed commuter trains last year, with people so close it was hard to believe. Every empty space was filled up and it’s not a problem, yes, we can make room for you on the train, not a big deal at all. No windows at all, the heat baked us and everyone muttered a bitter compliant about the crowds and the delays, and how it seemed to take forever. I miss it all.
I remember summer beaches at Malibu and Santa Monica, year after year, and always expecting to go back there the following summer. We better get there early because there will be so many hundreds of people on the sidewalks and in the parking lots, and surely the lines will be long. And there are some museums we can visit along the Pacific Coast Highway and we can ask people to take our photos and people will and we won’t think twice about it. I miss it all.
Tell me please if the things we took for granted will return again, tell me they are not gone forever, tell me we will not have to think twice before planning our future lives. Tell me, please.