Nostalgia is an interesting concept. Isn't it funny how we remember things from the past with a sort of desire to return there? I suppose it is part of our humanity, and it is beneficial to have positive memories of a good life. When I try to remember my earliest memory, I suppose I too feel a sense of nostalgia.
Once when I was about five years old, I was sitting in the backseat of my mom's white forerunner, appropriately belted into my car-seat next to my older sister. In my lap sat my two favorite toys of the time: soft stuffed baby dolls, on green one pink, that I affectionately called puffylumps. But I loved them too much to let them just sit there, no, I had to let them experience the whimsical sensation of flying. This was achieved by dangling them out the open window with my mom's voice in the background: "You're going to drop them." And me in reply: "No I'm not... wait, where's Greeny?!" With that, I looked back down the road to see my green puffylump face down in the middle of the lane. Next thing I knew, we had pulled over and my mother valiantly marched down the road to rescue Greeny. I don't remember a scolding, but my puffylumps never flew again.
There is a sense of nostalgia that emerges when I recall this event. Moreover, as I approach the prospect of college, I have come to realize that the simplicity of childhood life is gone and the security of my home, with my parents as guardians, is bound to change when I move away to the unruly ways of dorm life. So it is no surprise that I am nostalgic, but I also know it is important to look forward, and I am doing so with much anticipation and excitement.