Daily Prompt: Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof)
The good old days?
You mean middle school when I was plagued with acne and trying to find the right crowd to fit in with and going through teenage angst and fighting constantly with my mother?
Or maybe it would be high school when I met a few back stabbing friends, and longed for that elusive boyfriend, and continued fighting with my mother?
Perhaps in my early 20’s when I wasn’t sure what career path to take and did like my job but couldn’t quite figure out where it would lead to, and found myself in a not so healthy relationship with a man I couldn’t seem to extricate myself from.
My good old days began in my 30’s when I met my husband and got married, when my step daughter came into my life, when I realized the value of the friends and family I had and how the relationships with those I love enriched my life.
When I grew up enough to realize I should be grateful for the good in my life, for the things I have been blessed with, because there are many who are not similarly blessed.
These are the good old days.