The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
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threestares:
and thank you.
saidgirl:
those are the good ones.... Though I tend to only remember the ones where I was wearing my big bird slippers and my mom had just finished waxing the floor and I decided to make a mess of things by smearing my blood all over the floor....*sighs* the good o' days 