Advantage of Your Opportunities
Okay, it’s getting serious now. This
is the last Sunday in October and I’m dreading what’s
coming next. Don’t get me wrong, as I’ve told
you many times, I love all the seasons, it’s just
that heading into winter reminds me that shorter days are
coming, and the inevitable "S" word.
I remember as a kid loving the snow, sledding,
ice skating and skiing. Because there are no ski mountains
in Ohio, I distinctly remember getting up at the crack of
dawn and driving to western New York to find some slopes.
A favorite place of ours was called Peak ‘N Peak.
I remember driving through snowstorms in great anticipation
of a day spent on the slopes.
I also went to Mount Snow in Vermont and
was lucky enough to travel to the Swiss Alps with my family.
We never skied the Swiss Alps, but it was overwhelming seeing
them. We did get to ski in Colorado, which was great fun.
I specifically remember getting into a hot tub that was
outside and jumping in the snow afterwards.
As far as traveling in the United States,
my parents felt that we should see Europe with them while
we were still children. Therefore, all our vacations were
spent overseas, not in the United States. I remember being
so jealous of my friends who went to Disneyland while I
was forced to go to Paris. Thank goodness I have those memories.
I didn’t stay jealous of my friends and I did really
enjoy the European culture. But that was all in hindsight.
Imagine being twelve years old and all your
peers are doing very American vacations while I was being
shipped abroad. I remember in my senior year of high school
we were traveling through Europe and I talked my dad into
letting me come home early so I wouldn’t miss my senior
prom. Those things are really important to kids. At least
they were to me.
I remember flying home while the rest of
my family, with the exception of my dad, stayed in Europe.
I threw a huge pre-prom party with my dad trying desperately
to chaperone me and my guests. The plan was, I wasn’t
going to tell my mom about the party. Unfortunately all
the neighbors saw all of us dressed up with limousines lined
up on the block. So there was no secret to be had.
Am I glad I came back from Europe to go
to my senior prom? I think back then I was. But when I think
of it today, I realize I wasted some opportunities. In the
same vein, you only have one senior prom…