I'm blessed to count among my friends, five guys that I've been friends with since I'm 5-14 (I can remember picking Hesh up to kiss the Holliswood Jewish Center Mezuzah on the way into Hebrew School - he was a load back then!).
One of the joys of this is that when we're together, we often (whenever possible) revert back to behaving like we did when the FF would call up to our 5th floor apartment by ROARING.
Think about it. Assuming you have fond memories of your childhood, how often can you really feel like you felt when you were reveling in the innocence, the newness of;
- ranking on each others idiosyncratic foibles
- timing your walk through the halls between classes to pass by/say hello to a girl you had a crush on
Things don't look like/as big as they did then, either because they've changed or because you have - for example, the size of your elementary school cafeteria. I certainly don't feel (physically) like I did then, and there are few smells left around that I smelled then (save for the obligatory fresh cut grass and baseball mitt in the spring, chicken soup and brisket during the holidays, the smell of hot wax when Shabbat/Hannukah candles are burning, and I bet - Old Spice aftershave (my dad's).
That's why these moments spent together, this ablity to live in the "present" and live history at the same time, are a precious "gift".
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