youth

When I was a child my mother would take my siblings and me on small trips. Upon arrival to our destination a feeling of blah would come over me. I could relate the feeling to the car sickness maybe. It would never fail on any trip that we took at the peak of bliss when everyone was at there best my mother would call out to us and say its time to go. At times I wonder if that is how I have been living my life. Letting time fly by and not really appreciating and or taking advantage of the gift of life. One day when I am at my peak I fear that I will be called to go home. I think about this from time to time.