Nostalgic.

As I picked up my old violin book full of student solos/concertos, my mind went back to the time when I played the violin as a 10 year-old. I remember specifically playing the music from this book around Christmas time. Yet this wasn't Christmas music. I remember standing in the living room where our colorful fake vegetation of a Christmas tree stood proudly. That new music lifted me up. As I go back and play the music one more time, I remember when I was carefree and I didn't have to worry about the future. There were no hard classes or mess-ups that I had to cry over. Life was simple. As I look back at the old books I read, I remember those lazy summer days where I just sat on the couch and read the WHOLE day away. Where did those days go? For some reason, I feel so sad about it that I think I could cry. Reading my old journals...when I was so innocent. It's heartbreaking really. But where is there to look but the future? Despite the beautiful childhood I had, there is nowhere else to go but forward. And then that soul-stirring, heart-wrenching music begins...