Copyrights reserved by the author. If you are in doubt, please click on 'Copyrights' and read the details.I want to go back to a time By J. G. Fabiano We are now beginning our fifth year at war in Iraq. A war everyone knows we should have never gone into and a war our present administration is telling us will never end. I remember watching 9/11 with my students and clearly understanding everyone's lives would change but, I never realized it would change as much as it did. It is also obvious this is only the beginning. I want to go back to a time when my biggest problem was worrying if my students understood what I had just taught them. I want to go back to a time when I was more concerned with my weight and what I was going to wear and if they would still fit in a few months. I want to go back to a time when my biggest worry was finding more hair in my sink than on my head. I want to go back to a time when my hometown's biggest concern was with over-population and uncontrolled growth. I want to go back to a time when I thought my world was unraveling because a selectman or school board member quit or even worse; was elected. I want to go back to a time when I got upset because the mailman delivered my neighbor's mail to my home. I want to go back to a time when beetles in my lawn and garden were the only terrorists I had to worry about. I want to go back to a time when I was mad at my brother-in-law because he said he didn't like my wife's cooking. I want to go back to a time when I was upset because I couldn't watch the New England Patriots on a Sunday afternoon because I had to go visit some relatives or friends who didn't like football. I want to go back to a time when I was not worried that my daughter was living and working in Boston. I want to go back to a time when I was worried my wife would be mad at me because I drank too much beer with my neighbor. I want to go back to a time when I was bored watching the evening news. I want to go back to a time when I could grab a news magazine on my way to the bathroom and read a cover story about something funny. I want to go back to a time when I became aggravated with myself because I had blisters caused by walking to the beach with my sandals. I want to go back to a time when I loved to laugh just for the purpose of laughing. I want to go back to a time when I shuddered when I saw obscenities painted on the rocks by the beach. I want to go back to a time when I could look into my student's eyes and see only their bright futures. I want to go back to a time when my biggest worry was arriving at the beach at the wrong time of the tide. I want to go back to a time when my wife upset me because I was perpetually upsetting her. I want to go back to a time when I became frustrated because my cat left too much fur on my couch. I want to go back to a time when I became incensed because my lawn mower or snow blower decided not to start. I want to go back to a time when I became annoyed by the absurdities on television. I want to go back to a time when I became frustrated because my newspaper was not delivered on time. I want to go back to a time when my entire week was equated to the probability of a Patriot win or loss. I want to go back to a time when I knew nothing of Islam other than they dressed odd. I want to go back to a time when I became upset because I became constipated when I ate too much cheese. I want to go back to a time when my biggest worry was I ran out of underwear. I want to go back to a time when I became upset with myself because I couldn't answer a question on "Jeopardy". I want to go back to a time when I became disturbed with my niece because she allowed her dogs to jump up at me and scratch my legs. I want to go back to a time when I had to defend my President because he was caught in a lie; a lie that did not kill or cripple tens of thousands. I want to go back to a time when my blood pressure rose because my computer decided to do anything it damned well wanted to do. I want to go back to a time when I became totally frustrated with my wife because she makes me go shopping with her. I want to go back to a time I couldn't understand why I had to pay an excise tax on my car each and every year. I want to go back to a time when my anger brewed because someone had twelve items in a line that was supposed to only allow ten. I want to go back to a time when I felt totally secure anywhere I opted to go. I want to go back to a time when I thought I could always protect my family no matter where they were or how far away they were from me. I want to go back to a time when my biggest hatred concerned the falling of leaves in the autumn. I want to go back to a time but I know I can't even though I know we all want to. The End.
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