Life is often
captured in moments of nostalgia that collide with memories.
When I was around
seven or eight my parents bought a station wagon. In my mind’s eye I can still
see that old burgundy station wagon with its “new car” smell as we all hopped
in to take our first ride to the local state park.
I am and my sibling
would vie for a seat on the rear-facing third row seat with lots of laughter.
Summer was always a special treat as my parents loaded the station wagon and we
headed off adventures.
I am not sure why
that old memory bubbled up. But I am glad it did.
Abby
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