Sweatshirt From the Early 70's
I went deeep into the retired-clothes section of the basement. I needed to find an old sweatshirt to work in.
I found an orange sweatshirt that I originally aquired when I left home in 1982. It used to be red, I think.
It was my Dad's. He used to wear it long before, in the early 70's. It reminds me of the days when he was young and thin. It fits me! It reminds me of when I thought all adults were responsible. It reminds me of when I didn't know my parents had personal problems. It reminds me of when I would run like a puppy when I heard the sound of my Dad's VW Bug coming around the driveway.
Gah, my parents could do no wrong in those days.
Oh, heck, now I'm crying.
How can anyone live without such a foundation?
I found an orange sweatshirt that I originally aquired when I left home in 1982. It used to be red, I think.
It was my Dad's. He used to wear it long before, in the early 70's. It reminds me of the days when he was young and thin. It fits me! It reminds me of when I thought all adults were responsible. It reminds me of when I didn't know my parents had personal problems. It reminds me of when I would run like a puppy when I heard the sound of my Dad's VW Bug coming around the driveway.
Gah, my parents could do no wrong in those days.
Oh, heck, now I'm crying.
How can anyone live without such a foundation?
posted by Anita the Sandy at 6:43 AM
1 Comments:
Awww ... now I'm almost crying, too! (I stopped by after I saw your comment on my blog ... isn't that funny, near-anonymous neighbor?) It's like a picture with words.
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