My parents are funny. They came in on Monday to celebrate my birthday. We were driving through town trying to find somewhere to eat. The chose this place called the "Coach House." They said that it used to be a really "happening" place and that all of the college kids used to go to it. We walked in...it was set up like a diner, full of cute old couples, drinking thier coffee, and eating thier nostalgic homestyle plates of food. Not that this is a bad enivronment mind you, I love old people, and I also happen to love homestyle plates of food. But I wish I could've captured the look on my mom and dad's face. They were crushed. Thier past had been morphed into something completley foriegn. The young kids had been replaced by thier grandparents, the exciting atmosphere had been replaced quiet liesure. Oh how things change. Following this sad turn of events we sat at our table and after about a minute of deliberation, my dad pulls out his phone and says, "Ok, we will be right there..." then he turns to us and says, "Hey guys, we gotta go." (he didn't want to be rude and just leave, my dad is so considerate:)) We stand up and abruptly leave the resturaunt. The rest of the night was rather enjoyable. We picked a brand new resturant. They had never been to it before; they had no expectations. It had good food. It was full of young people...

Things change: the things that I experience now I will never get the chance to experience again. Enjoy them, embrace them, remember them...then move on.