I just finished watching the Wonder Years last week. Growing up has been a great journey. The Wonder years paid tribute to one of the most important aspects of the miracle called life. This is my tribute to the series that helped me rediscover my lost childhood. With every passing second we lose a part of the child in us. The Wonder Years made me realise, how important it was to retard this process. I'll leave the reader with the parting lines of Kevin Arnold.
Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn't with me. Still, like my father used to say, 'Traffic's traffic, you go where life takes you' and growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next you're gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a time a place, a particular fourth of July, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder.