Homeward Bound

At home over Christmas this past week I found myself on my high school football field, a field I had not set foot on since the last game I played. I was shocked to realize that it's been exactly 20 YEARS since my first varsity game. 20 years!! If 20 years ago you had told that in 20 years I would still feel so young, I'd think you're crazy. How can I still feel so young in every way, yet a full two decades ago I was playing varsity football? Jesus. There is nothing more unsentimental and unforgiving than time itself. Also, I went to Wal-Mart 65,994 times and not once did I see a face I even remotely recognized. Does everyone think their hometown freezes in time the second they leave, or is it just me?