The Wonder Years1988

Kevin Arnold - The Narrator:
The next day Winnie and I came home. Back to where we'd started. It was the fourth of July in that little Suburban town. Somehow though, things were different. Our past was here, but our future was somewhere else, and we both knew sooner or later we had to go. It was the last July I ever spent in that town. The next year after graduation I was on my way. So was Paul! He went to Harvard, of course. Study law, he still allergic to everything. As for my father, well, we patched things up. Hey we where family for better or worse, one for all, and all for one. Karen's son was born that September; I got to say I think he looks like me, poor kid. Mom she did well, business woman, board chairmen, grandmother, cooker of mashed potatoes. The Wayner stayed on in furniture. Wood seemed to suit him; in fact he took over the factory two years later when dad passed away. Winnie left the next summer to study art history in Paris. Still we never forgot our promise. We wrote to each other once week for the next eight years. I was there to meet her when she came home. With my wife and my first son eight months old. Like I said things never turn out exactly the way you'd planned. Growing up happens in a heartbeat, one day you're in diapers, the next day your gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house, like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets, and the thing is after all these years I still look back with Wonder.