What is this?
It’s a Piece of my Childhood.
I was a lucky little girl and I have happy memories of my childhood. I grew up on Oak Street in a small town called FRUITPORT. Most of my friends were boys (Ya, don’t ask me). One of my bestest buds was my neighbor, Jeff Rohm. He was obsessed with the Dallas Cowboys. I distinctly remember the rainy day, when he peeled the “MIAMI DOLPHIN” stickers off of this and painted the “DALLAS COWBOY” stars.
Jeff and his family moved away to Ohio when I was 11. It was a very sad day. For some reason, this piece of childhood got left behind. I don’t remember the circumstances. I simply know that when I married my husband in 1995 – THIS came with me. Every time we moved, or every time he cleaned the shed, or every time he cleaned the garage – Dan would ask:
“WHAT IS THIS THING?”
“Seriously, Kristie, WE DO NOT NEED this!!”
“Why do I have to keep it in the shed??”
And every time, I simply answered:
“Dan – It’s a piece of my childhood, we’re keeping it”
So, like a nice guy that he is, Dan would ONCE AGAIN – hang it up for safe keeping.
Until last week.
Last week, I reconnected with my old friend, Jeff (thanks to the miracle of FACEBOOK)
Jeff received a package last Thursday with a piece of my childhood in it.
Because, let’s face it – it was really a piece of HIS childhood.
I just happened to share this particular piece with him.