Remember that one time...

I was, as my grandmother would say, at my 6's and 7's tonight. (yes, it's a Friday night and I had zero plans. JUDGE ME, WORLD.) So I decided to stop my boredom induced eating and went for a bike ride. And in the most cliche way possible, I would like to call it a trip down memory lane. As I traveled down the streets in Westmont and Downers Grove, I was amazed at how many experiences I had had on those streets and how poignantly they came back to me. On Richmond, four of my friends and I threw ice cream cones in the street and watched them get run over. On Eastern, my neighbor and I peeled tree bark and left it in a pile that stayed there for months. On Wilmette, a group of my old friends and I turned cartwheels down the entire block. On Des Moins I flipped over my bike and was nearly run over by the girl riding behind me. On Quincy, I took a two hour nap underneath a tree, only to be woken up by a group of amused teenagers. It seemed like almost every street I rode down had a memory linked to it. But not all of them. On these memory-less streets, I couldn't help but think of all the strangers who did have memories on them. Could Iroquois be the sight of my dad's secretary's first kiss? Did my waiter from Egg Harbor break his knee on Irving? Even more, will I ever have memories on these streets? Or will they always just names on a post to me? Will I ever think to myself, "wow, great times on Warkwick Street". I guess, after taking that bike right, I just might.

It's funny because I drive down these streets at least once a week. But, in a car, by the time I look out the window, I have moved on to the next street. There is no time to remember when you're moving 8 miles per hour above the posted speed limit. No, there is nothing wrong with traveling by car. In fact, with heat like today's and places to be, cars are 100% necessary. I'm just saying, if you plan on taking a trip down memory lane, you better get peddling.