Throwback Thursday # 34: Oldest Guy at the Fair

“Live life fully while you're here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.” ~ Anthony Robbins

A couple of weeks ago at the State Fair, I made fun of my dad. He was having a "meeting" at the horse barn with a whole table full of guys. They were talking sheep and shows and judges and showing and were loving every minute of it. At some point, they realized that my dad was the oldest guy at the table. So, for the rest of the week, everyone referred to him as the oldest guy at the fair. It was reallly funny to me. Until I went to the Eli Young Band concert and karma bit me.
(DISCLAIMER: By having my mom's picture in this post I am NOT calling her old. I want nothing to do with that can of worms!)Now, in order to understand this, we have to go back to State Fair back in the glory days---circa 1999 ish. Back then, EVERYONE stayed in the dorms and there were concerts and/or street dances every night. I remember being 14 or 15 and getting all 14 of the lambs and 4 of the pigs fed and heading in to get ready for the dances. (The thought of this now completely exhausts me!) I promise you that the people my age tried our hardest to dance a hole in the floor of Tingley and in the street outside. It is amazing that our parents trusted us enough to let us go off running around the fairgrounds at all hours of the night--maybe times were different then or something.

Anyway, at the Eli Young concert, there were lots of kids dancing on the floor of Tingley. They were laughing an screaming and flirting and having a blast. And I was the old lady sitting up in the stands. BAM! Just like that, I knew how my dad felt!

I'm telling you---it feels like yesterday when I was one of those kids on the floor, screaming and dancing and loving life. I don't know where the time went. Somehow, it's been 7 years since I showed at State Fair. And it's been even longer than that since I was running around at the street dances. A lot has happened during those interim years---I've graduated (three times), lived in 4 different states, and blown out LOTS of candles on birthday cakes.
So....apparently it's pretty easy to go from the young guy to the old guy at the horse barn, and from the fun loving teenager to the old lady in the stands. And I hear that life only goes faster and faster. I think the only thing for me to do is to really live up the stage of life I'm in. That way, when I'm sitting in the bleachers somewhere reminessing about this time in my life, I have really, really fun memories to look back on!

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