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Wednesday, August 08, 2007Seeing it discarded like that cast a pall over the rest of the day. I haven't thought of that wagon for years, and the kids all outgrew it a long time ago, but it was such a ubiquitous part of the background of our family's early years, that it's impossible not to grieve its passing. It made our long walks possible. It accompanied us to July 4th fireworks in the park and outdoor concerts. We've gone trick-or-treating in it and used it to haul pumpkins and flats of flowers. It was an endless source of amusement for the kids. But most of all, that little red wagon is the last souvenir of those days when we were all the center of each other's universe. Everyone's grown enough now to distance themselves emotionally, and soon they'll be distancing themselves physically, too. We'll never see that kind of solidarity again. Good-bye, little red wagon! posted by Sydney on 8/08/2007 10:41:00 PM 1 comments 1 Comments:
Great story! Amazing how we get attached to some items, isn't it? Reminds me about my dad, and being depressed after he sold his 1974 AMC Matador--it was his first car. |
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