I don't know why, but lately I've found myself doing many of the things I did as a kid. Maybe it's this Facebook business- there are just so many people from the past there, some of them I was really excited to reconnect with, like I'd thought of them over the years and now they were "real" again. Some people befriended me and it was like a nice surprise, a blast from the past, people that I just let escape my life for 20 years. I've got my oldest friend on there, my first babysitter, my date to the prom, and various other characters. I was playing that Mafia Wars game on Facebook, looking at my "mob", laughing that such a unique group would never come together in "real life". The whole thing gets me nostalgic though. Some people just add every person they know to their friends list, but never talk to any of them. I try to always say hi to everyone who friends me or vice versa, to establish some kind of a connection.
I get nostalgic for home and Rhode Island, where things were never simpler and easier for me. I was never in the "popular" crowd, although to this day I believe that was a good thing. I'm still not, so some things never change, lol...
I've been reading Nancy Drew mysteries over lately, going in order. I used to be so proud of myself because I could read an entire book in one day. My friends and I would pretend we were the characters, reenact scenes, run around the neighborhood and stop crime, silly stuff, but I remember all of it.
I've also been watching the Hallmark channel lately, watching old reruns of "Murder She Wrote". Now, Jessica Fletcher truly annoys me. I like her style for an older lady, but she's always intruding and wherever she goes, someone gets whacked. Yet, its one of the few shows I can remember watching with my family in the old days. We rented the bottom floor of a two-family house for years in Cranston, RI. It was one floor and we had televisions in almost every room in the house. When "Murder She Wrote" would come on, it'd be 8 o'clock on Sunday nights. Sometimes we'd watch together, but sometimes we'd all watch the same show in 4 different rooms. Yes, I said that. Half-way through the show, my dad would come around and ask us who the murderer was. Whoever got it right in the end might get a quarter or something, I'm not sure. It was silly, but it's a memory that I cherish, so I'm back to watching those old episodes.