but the case 12 pack of Coke Zero that's in the house has remained undrunk by me.
This might be a sign of the apocalypse.
Friday, June 18, 2010
The power of technology
I was dinking around on Google Maps today, and after a bit of aimless wandering, I ended up at my home town of Riverton,. I was amazed to find that Street View had mapped out the town, and this brought me to a little part of my personal history that I hadn't thought of in a while.
I retraced the route I took on my 8th birthday when my sister was newly born and Mum was still in the hospital with her. My sister and I are December babies, 5 days apart. I have no antipathy towards her, and it's oddly comforting that there is someone else in my family who has a December birthday.
The road is now paved versus the dirt road that it was in 1980, but I can still remember parking at the curb and looking up and seeing my Mum holding my sister and waving to me out the window. It's a memory of a different time, and one that I feel has been lost somehow. I remember summers where from dawn to dusk, we were just Out. At the swimming pool, fossicking through the dump, only pausing long enough for some Vegemite sandwiches and something to drink and then back out on bikes for the rest of the day. Things that my son will not be able to do, because the world has moved on somewhat.
Thanks, Google. Thanks for bringing an important memory back to me.
I retraced the route I took on my 8th birthday when my sister was newly born and Mum was still in the hospital with her. My sister and I are December babies, 5 days apart. I have no antipathy towards her, and it's oddly comforting that there is someone else in my family who has a December birthday.
The road is now paved versus the dirt road that it was in 1980, but I can still remember parking at the curb and looking up and seeing my Mum holding my sister and waving to me out the window. It's a memory of a different time, and one that I feel has been lost somehow. I remember summers where from dawn to dusk, we were just Out. At the swimming pool, fossicking through the dump, only pausing long enough for some Vegemite sandwiches and something to drink and then back out on bikes for the rest of the day. Things that my son will not be able to do, because the world has moved on somewhat.
Thanks, Google. Thanks for bringing an important memory back to me.
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