Yesterday, a 10 second event made me realize where I am in life. It was nothing too special, but it left a lasting impact on me...entertain me, if you will:
I was running out of the house to grab some pizza. I got in the car, drove out, saw my neighbor, chatted with him for about 20 seconds from the car (coincidentally, he was on his porch eating pizza too) and then I got going. As I drove about 50 feet down the road, I heard some kids yelling from the clubhouse and pool deck. I look to my left and they're yelling at me. They couldn't have been older than 10 or 11. They were screaming "REV IT! REV IT! REV IT!"
And so I did. The exhaust crackled and popped and man...it made their day. The way they were all yelling was practically celebratory. "YEAAAA!" and "THAT WAS AWESOME!", and "THANKS!" I gave it partial beans exiting the complex, just enough to hear some more roaring. And then it hit me.
20 years ago, those kids would've been myself, my cousins, and my brother. Running up to a fence just to yell at a passing sports car to rev it. Hell, I specifically remember leaving junior high school and seeing a Viper at a light and saying the same things. A Corvette. An even a Camaro. And my reaction was identical to theirs. But now I'm the guy with a baby boy and finding myself in the reverse situation 20 years later. It was also encouraging that a group of young kids showed such interest in a sports car and its sound. Something I've often worried about. And I hope my baby boy grows up with similar interests.
I guess, this is what the circle of life is, brehs.
Now, I need a tissue, somebody's dicing onions.