Some memories of times and things I cherish. |
It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Carol remembers "Red Rover, Red Rover send Louie over," and how I ran but my pants fell and I didn't break through the line well because I had to stop and pull them up too many times to move fast, and that's why I got picked last. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Bobby remembers how we got caught running down rows of desks in the old Rumford Center School. It wasn't as amusing to adults as it was to children, carefree. I still profess that it could have been someone who looked like me. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Mindy remembers the days way before Taco Thursdays when I would ask for a second lump of mashed potatoes next to the pizza on my school tray. I bet she never knew how that white paste kept starvation at bay when I was a dirty and skinny child. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Bobbi Jo remembers when simple teenage rebellion wasn't enough and I was going to be in trouble anyway, so I bleached my hair and got a Mohawk because no one really said I couldn't, just that I shouldn't. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Tracy remembers finger quotes and how Ms. Mason never knew instead of studying and learning Psychologist names I drew pictures and passed notes. She said I wasn't quote "Normal," but I was making friends along the way. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Annette remembers when I had no more ambition than proving that Lazy Boys were for sitting and listening to Willie Nelson and Jethro Tull on a warm summer day when I could have been helping my brother work away. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Aimee remembers when I was her teenage uncle wearing dirty ragged tie dyes and watched cartoons while sleeping on a couch instead of doing anything more productive than imagining living in a land drawn by hand. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. The scrawniest dog remembers front porch sitting and pawing over 8-Track tapes from garage sale grab bags. I was sure no one else remembered Freddy Fender, and how this one was sure to lose 'Wasted Days" half way through. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Steve remembers me laughing too loud and long and someone asking if I needed oxygen and if I was real. "Please fix that squeak and make him stop!" It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Shena remembers a sunny day when I wore leather pants and a pink striped shirt to a friend's wedding. Funny how sun's rays and black leather can heat places that would bring red to most faces. Memories last, even when the Holy union has dissolved far into the past. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Rudy remember how precise I was when I launched an airplane. Everything had a place and every action a time, and to err or suggest change was a major crime, but it taught quality and made him the awesome mechanic he grew into, as exactness and repetition often do. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Honeylynn remembers how my kindness and friendship always brightens the day. I cherish my smile being stuck in her mind, instead of the thought of me being a thorn in her side. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Melanie remembers complements and criticism, poised and poison pens and poetic prose while shoulder sharing. That is the start of friendship and caring. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. Jess claims he remembers me working at a Gate, selling tickets and getting people to see the Fair before they were late. Funny we don't remember turning wrenches and making planes fly, but damn, we had fun in days gone by. It's funny how a thought can bring the past rushing back, dragging me down memory lane. |