age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese...

this past weekend i went home to texas for mother's day. well, that and to see my puppy at home - who i may not see again. but i don't like to think about that, so i went home for mother's day as far as i'm concerned.

while there, i was privileged to attend my 16 year old brother's band banquet. or "band prom," as it really seemed. i went with my mom, and my brother took a date. yup, it's official, my first baby brother has now been on his first date. and i was there to witness it. when did i get so old?

it was interesting to sit and watch all the high schoolers; to get a feel for what it's like to be a teenager in the most awkward phase of your life, in 2007. and it didn't really seem too different than when i was there, over 6 years ago.

girls are still giggly and high pitched; screaming whenever something cute, funny, silly, stupid...well, when anything happened. boys are still trying to find ways to "dress down" a suit and tie; acting like they are too cool to be wherever it is they are.

what was different though, was the way i saw them. it's different when you know what a mere 4 years at college can do to a person. they are all so young.

any maybe at 24 i don't really have a right to reminisce about that time in my life, but lately it seems to be happening more and more. i think it's related to that time speeding up as you get older thing; you're required to reflect more.

it might also have to do with the fact that a lot of my last friends who are in college just graduated. or that my high school boyfriend is getting married next weekend. or simply that i'm just growing up. and part of growing up is remembering how you got there.