i enjoy people watching. i especially enjoy when my people watching consists of similar things that i have experienced in my life.
i attended a F.A.P.P.P. – Friday After Play Practice Party. a long-standing tradition of the thistle theatre group i grew up acting with.
now in my mid-twenties, no longer living at home and many years have passed from the last play i was in – i was invited to a F.A.P.P.P. it helped that my mother was the one producing the play.
i am now of the age where if i wanted to bring alcohol and drink it, i could. the reflective younger me would think i’m so cool right now.
the children at this party were around the same age i would have been when i attended these parties.
listening to the younger “me’s” in the room, i found myself giggling at how cute, small, and naïve they all seemed. i must have really thought i was some big shit back then. not thinking of the future and what’s next. will i have enough money for rent – all those things that just pop out of thin air when you become an adult and mommy and daddy are no longer there to hold your hand.
hearing the kids giggle about a teacher who still teaches at the same public school i went to. hearing them complain about the same things i once used to complain about.
so tiny our lives. yet so full.
© Becky Siddall and littlesiddallstudios 2012.
