Lets go on a journey...

The year is 1990 the summer I worked for my fathers meat packing plant by morning and bartended by night. One of my life friends Melissa was finally a High School graduate. She was a year behind me in school and lived in Canada. While we are the same age, I had already started college, but that is a tidbit of information for another post.

The daily/weekly routine was to work 6-3:30 for Dad, drive home, shower change and drive up to the resturant/bar to earn as much as I could this was a Monday through Sunday. Now there were someweeks that I could ask for Saturday night and Sunday off. This allowed me to work until closing, then drive the hour and a half to the lake. Melissa's job was to take a "holiday" at the cabin her parents had rented. As much as I was jealous of it, She was always "sharing" her wealth and that made it a quid pro qui situation. I didn't have to pay for anything while I was there. She wasn't alone and we managed to get into and out of all the trouble we wanted.

I had met some "hot" looking college boys, and had introduced them to my gal friends on spring break. For those of you that have been with me, you will remember GEG guy. I had introduced them all on a trip we had back in March. So now here we are in June, and it is SUMMER time. There were a couple of weekends that the boys would arrive before or after my shift, and the fun would begin. We had the bonfirs beside the lake. We roasted the marshmellows and of course there was the "couple" time. three guys and three gals...It doesn't take long for the pairing to occur. Needless to say we were inseperatable.

That summer my favorite tape in the cassette player was Richard Marx, Hold on to the nights. I must have memorized every song. This was of course before Karaoke is what it is...

My favorite color was neon pink, green and I remember being able to wear WHITE pants/jeans. YEAH. Remember the BIG hair? I had mine spiral curl, to my butt, bigger the better. I had matching hoop earrings, again the bigger the better. I finally had my very own car, 1980 Plymoth arrow. I named him Scooter. He was light metallic blue, hatchback, five speed. *sigh* he took me everywhere.

I remember working harder than I had ever worked before. I remember having the most fun, that I ever had in my life. I also remember the "stress" that I had then is NOTHING to the stress I face in my life today.

Why is it when we are in the middle of a crisis, we think , "this is the worst it has ever been"...Why is it that we tend to over react and then look back and laugh? Is it a flight or fight survival? Does the old saying hold true, "With age comes wisdom"???

What do you bloggers think???? Do you deal with stress better or worse with age and wisdom???