Frank, aka PCGuyIV, is back with another episode of Truthful Tuesday. The idea behind Truthful Tuesday is for us to respond to the question (or questions) Frank asks and to be 100% truthful in our responses. No glib answers, no funny business, no fibs. Just raw honesty.
For this week’s Truthful Tuesday, Frank wants to know…
Whether going back in time to an earlier age or just waking up as a younger version of yourself, many writing prompts involve the idea of being young again, having to repeat some part of your life. My question to you is, Do you enjoy these kinds of prompts or do you cringe at the apparent obsession with being “young again”? Is there a particular reason for your answer?
I suppose we all reminisce about the “good old days” of our youth from time to time. Hell, I spent the whole month of April, in my unofficial A to Z Blogging Challenge posts, reminiscing about my mid-teens to late 20s. But my philosophy about the past is “what is done is done” and no matter how much I might wish to go back and have a do-over, no such thing exists in reality.
I’ve also noticed that in most of my dreams, I am younger than I actually am, and then I wake up and realize that I’m an old fart. So I’d say that in my subconscious mind, I revisit my youth and my younger days almost nightly. I don’t need to do so on my blog during my waking hours, as well.
Still, I don’t mind being asked in a prompt about going back in time or being young again. Like in a recent edition of Share Your World, when Di asked, “Is there any time in your life you would like to relive?” my response was essentially that…
I think I’d rather reflect back on my life through my memories than to actually go back and re-live it. That said, I have no issue writing about my past or my memories of a more youthful me in response to such prompt questions. Besides, I tend to believe that the experience of re-living a part of my life probably wouldn’t be as pleasant as the memories of it usually are.
This, That, and the Other 
It depends on when I was waking up. During my junior school years, I endured bullying, and that is a memory I prefer not to revisit. Meeting my bestie at secondary school, on the first day of a new chance would be a special moment.
I spent most of my childhood wanting to be older, have more freedom. Now, I would love the carefree moments of being a little girl. However, being a grannie is something I treasure. My daughter is a great mum. We watched my granddaughter in a dance recital (tap and ballet) yesterday night. She is only four, and waiting around is boring.
Whatever age we are, our memories are precious.
We shouldn’t miss any of it.
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Interesting question! I’d like to answer that one myself. I will check it out and hopefully I can join in.
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Me too
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It occurred to me within the last week, that the only things I’d want to in fact relive are activities with my mom or with my dad — not with both so much, although that’s not a total statement. For all my resentment toward my mother (deserved) I very much appreciate the long-distance trips she and I alone out in the wilderness of the world took together that she planned when I was younger than sixteen. What I would want to redo (perhaps) is not being a compliant teen. My mom was so strict that it would not take much to be “rebellious.” I sometimes suspect it was her goal to get me to rebel, and that I didn’t catch on. Well, it’s not her strictness that ultimately irks me. I have a heightened outrage for hypocrisy (which isn’t harmful in this fucking existence).
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And, now, waking up a younger version of myself I would make having a pool or nearby beach a requirement of marriage at all times. (Embrace the idea of a prenuptial agreement.) I know, however, that this could be a fateful change. So… I guess that’s why I passed on a nice house I looked at once when we were moving. No… the reason was that there was a very high drop from the back door (from the kitchen) where the top stair deck looked at the pool and concrete far below; I wasn’t afraid of heights, but I was afraid of losing a kid.
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I think since it’s impossible to go back and relive even yesterday, it’s better to make today count.
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Very sound advice, Sadje.
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Thanks 🙏🏼
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