“Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.”
Peter De Vries
When we were in Vancouver the week before last, my husband and I were filled with memories of our lives in the city. For some reason, we were often compelled to share little snippets of our past lives with our daughters. Interestingly enough, whenever we told Pip a story, she’d follow it up with one of her own. The conversations went something like this:
“Pip, do you know that your dad used to live on a boat? A long time ago, before you were born, I had a boat in this marina. Look right down there, that’s where I used to live. Isn’t that neat? When I had to take a shower, I’d walk over to The Rowing Club right over there. ” Big Daddy-O’s face would light up with pride at the end of one of his tales, but instead of hearing ‘Wow,’ or ‘That’s cool, Dad,’ from his daughter, he heard the following:
“Dad, when I was a little girl, before you and Mama were even born, I used to live on a boat, right down there. Do you see that? I would walk right over to that building to take a bath every night.”
Kind of takes the wind out of your sails. (Even when you no longer live on a boat.)
