reminiscing

Alas my youth is calling me. I've been thinking of the good times back home. Not that there isn't any now. I guess I'm just being nostalgic. The woods are calling me. The peace and serenity. The calmness. The beauty. The aromas.
Going back there has great meaning. I want to recapture the memories. I know I've talked about this before. I've been too busy to drive there. Excuses, excuses.
On a different note. I am a father. As a father I've made many mistakes. The only way I can right those events is not let them happen again. My dad made mistakes too. Most of them will never be solved.
As I got older my vision changed. I look for the good. Despite my stubborness they were some good times. My dad never acknowledged any good times.
My dad was a reverse role model. He was angry and demeaning, especially towards mom. I knew I wouldn't want to be like him. The good news is, I'm not.
I believe there's good in everyone. I spent a lifetime looking for mine.
I guess I'll close for now. I'm happy that the words found me.
Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,
David