So after three years of M demanding that we get rid of one of my prized possessions, I did. last week I put my futon up for sale and (to M's surprise) has tones of calls on it. It eventually went to a good home and to another young gal. I was about 12 when I got that bed-couch. I watched my sisters (and any ones else's kids) all summer and saved up enough $ to buy it from a friend of my Aunt for $250 (it was second hand to me too). But I loved it. And up until last thursday it was the oldest thing I owned. I had it for about 11 years - I've barely had my sister Hannah that long.
It reminds of one time when my mom and I were talking about Hannah in relation to the age of material objects. She must have been under a year old or so and I remember thinking that I had a pair of shoes older than her. I told my mom that it was one thing when your parents said that they have something older than you are because their ancient, but I had had something longer than some one had been alive - I was old.
So now that I am becoming a parent and everything in my eye line is older than my baby, I again feel old. Its a funny thought, but stop for a second and think of all the things that you have that are older than some lil people have been alive.
So that is my gift to you today as I type sitting on the floor (no couch, remember) - the feeling of being old.
On that note - HAPPY 22 Sammy Lynn!
The only remainder I have of my beloved, below.
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