I went outside about 15mins ago for a smoke at work, saw a rolly polly crawling on the patio and began to reminisce. I remember when my family lived in our old apartment in Buena Park. I was about 5 years old. I was fascinated with these strange animals, how when I would pick them up and touch their little legs, they would curl up into a tiny ball, protecting it’s pale grey underbelly. I would wonder all the curious things children thought about any new animal they’d encounter, where they’re going, what they eat, if and how they talked to one another, etc. Each afternoon, I would sit outside on the grass and wait to see one crawl from the edge of the lawn onto the cement, going about it’s business. Those were carefree days when I had all the time in the world to do absolutely nothing and not be worried I was ruining my life sitting idle.
Those days were left behind and are non-existent nowadays.