A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

Here you can see the view of Lower Sandy Bay from Battery Point, with a seagull lurking in the foreground.

This photo was taken just down the road from the house that I lived in when I first moved to Hobart. I've got to admit that walking past it reminded me just how bloody miserable I was at the time. In fact, I was surprised that - in 2009 - just how miserable I remember being throughout 1996. I'm not sure that I was fully aware of the fact at the time.

They say that the years between 16 and 22 are the best in your life, I'm quite happy to have found out that this is a crock. Thank god for that.

Sleep or no sleep, I think that I have yet to enter my prime.

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Anonymous said…

There are all kinds of sayings and when you are in your 70s, like me and Patty, and retired, it is not the best time either. I don't know of a really great time but it must be in the middle 30s.

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8 January 2009 at 01:32

Debbie Courson Smith said…

I have to agree with Abraham....30s were good. I didn't realize how good they were until they started disappearing, though. I want them back!

8 January 2009 at 02:24

Doc said…

I think the seagull is thinking back to his misspent youth too.

Lovely photo.

Doc

8 January 2009 at 03:25

yournotalone said…

I'm in 30s - not sure if they are good or bad - they are alright. My grandpa is in his mid 80s and he sometimes looks more happy than I am.

8 January 2009 at 06:30

Anonymous said…

No happier time than the present. At 30 something I was happy, today I am content. Is there a difference?

8 January 2009 at 17:41

USelaine said…

I've been miserable and neurotic the whole way through. I'm counting on my 50s to really deliver.

9 January 2009 at 15:38

Kris McCracken said…

Abe, here’s hoping that the middle 30s are it!

Diva, that would be the worst realisation. That’d you figured it out too late!

Doc, it’s a reflective time of the year, I think.

9 January 2009 at 15:43

Kris McCracken said…

Aigars, I would imagine a Latvian man in his eighties has seen a few things over the years!

Roddy, there must be! There has to be damn it!

Elaine, fingers crossed. What happened to the little girl with the curls and green dress?

9 January 2009 at 15:46

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