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And some things, you just can't get rid of...
Friday, March 05, 2010
This sweatshirt is hardly wearable (see multiple rips throughout the torso section), is *GASP* 16 years old; meaning it has been around for more than half of my life. It's lived in NY, RI, MA, FL, CO, MD, and now VA.
I have a VERY bizarre attachment to this sweatshirt. I still wear it around the house, even with the, er, breeze flaps, and the fact that it's so thin, it hardly keeps me warm.
It reminds me of my best childhood friends, water polo, hot coach Rick, and the Greased Lightning dance.
It reminds me of Tera's family's cottage, chasing tour boats, and sneaking a beer. That three of us shared. Oh, 1994.
It reminds me of taking chemistry in summer school and the funny, funny notes that we passed back and forth (I think those are hidden in a book somewhere at my mom's house). And the fact that I barely passed that class despite taking it to be proactive. At least I realized young that I wasn't a scientist.
It reminds me of Hotel Grande after swim meets, the swim dads talking smack at Massena swim meets, and the songs and giggles that probably drove chaperones MAD on the buses to meets.
Other odd attachments include random things from the shoe boxes that my mom slips into our trunk each time we leave a Potsdam visit.
Like this duct-tape pin. If you don't know what it means, don't worry about it. You clearly weren't in the club.
Do you have things that are SO bizarre to hold onto, but they'll always find a place on your shelf? Do tell!
~Courtney posted at 2:39:25 PM
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