I remember being 14 vividly. My walls were plastered with posters, magazine pages, photos of my friends, random keys I had found, sheet music, stickers and drawings. It was attached with sticky tack, masking tape or gluesticked right onto the paint. I spent hours on the phone with my bestie, my boyfriend, and my camp friends who lived far away. I had a combination cassette/cd player and it was on constantly, playing tapes, discs, the radio, or making a multitude of mix tapes (most of which I still have).
If I sit and think about those times I can bring back the memories, but only vaguely. My daughter talks about her long past memories as being in a fridge in the back of her brain and that’s exactly what it’s like to try and conjure up the past. The details and images are there but they’re a bit freezer burnt. Sluggish and dulled by the cold weight of time.
But every once in a while something sparks and a flame alights those memories and brings them burning right to the front of my mind. My heart is 14 years old again and I feel like I’m surrounded by those posters, listening to my cassette tapes and chatting with my friends.
Tuesday night was one of those times. I went to a Hanson concert in Montreal with an old friend and we danced and sang along just like we were teenagers. My body cooperated wonderfully and I was able to do the stairs in our super cheap, super trashy walk up hotel as well as to the balcony seats in the concert venue.
I danced, clapped, and walked several kilometres to and from the show. I was only a little sore the next day which seems exactly right.
How freeing it is to be able to turn back time and feel 14 again