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Aug. 5th, 2008 01:08 pmThe Olympic games are beginning in three days. I love the Olympic games. This is going to be the fifth Olympics I'll be watching. I keep remembering the first time - 1988, I was 5, and the Olympics were held in Seoul in South Korea. The time differences meant that most of the broadcasting were in the middle of the night here, so my dad and I watched it together, in the dark apartment, with everybody else asleep, drinking strawberry soda.
Some of my best childhood memories.
And here I am, 20 years later, still waiting on the edge of my seat for the 100 meters finale, and the gymnastics, and the pool diving, and all of the buzz.
Staying up late doesn't mean a lot today anymore. The sports can be seen on various championships during the four-year-wait between one Olympics to the other, but the nostalgia and the meaning this event has in my life mean I'll be watching whatever I can watch, in the middle of the night, hopefully with my dad.
But no strawberry soda, that stuff's disgusting.
Some of my best childhood memories.
And here I am, 20 years later, still waiting on the edge of my seat for the 100 meters finale, and the gymnastics, and the pool diving, and all of the buzz.
Staying up late doesn't mean a lot today anymore. The sports can be seen on various championships during the four-year-wait between one Olympics to the other, but the nostalgia and the meaning this event has in my life mean I'll be watching whatever I can watch, in the middle of the night, hopefully with my dad.
But no strawberry soda, that stuff's disgusting.
