ricdaw Wrote:That is where the head trip occurs, when you are confronted by a reality, a physical thing that you can see, touch or hold, and it is not at all like it is supposed to be.
I walked through my primary school the other day, just for interestingness, and it was exactly as I remember it, same smells everything (freshly cut grass and sharpened pencils are among my favourite smells). It just looks a lot smaller when you're all grown up, I was watching them paint the new lanes for the athletic season, and the hundred meter distance looked so short to me, I remember it feeling like an endless distance when I was a sprinter.