Time Marches On...

and so does the passage of youth.

I was at my Mom's house in Ohio over the past couple of days, and we decided to take a road trip to visit the various houses I had lived in when I was growing up. Two of the houses were still there, modified over the years of course, but I could still visualize the way they were when I was little boy.

When we drove out to the township I first lived at to search for the house I can still remember (vaguely), much to my initial dismay and then sadness, the house was gone...not modified, but GONE! The little house by the pond I spent the first 5 years of my life was gone...obliterated...demolished.

And I began to ponder...that no matter how much we try to hold on to our youth, we cannot, because time marches on...with or without us. No matter how much we mourn the passing of our youth, sometimes the things we hold most dearly, like the little house by the pond, disappear in the physical sense, either by Mother Nature or by Man, as time marches on.

Although I still hold those memories of the little house by the pond deep within my heart, it still pains and saddens me that the actual little house by the pond is but a mere ghost to those who knew it, and an empty lot to those who never did.