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December 15, 2003
Short Memories
The sun shines golden through midsummer maple leaves. Clouds just sit still gently tinting the late sky with gray blues, and violet hues all on a sharp red background. The neighborhood is alive with action. Kids on bikes and skateboards roar through intersections with wild abandon. You can hear the rattle and hum of lawn mowers being dragged across crunchy yellow grass. A light hot breeze rushes in with a smile, tickling leaves and shuffling up dust.
My house is on Mesa Verde St., it is red and brick halfway down. It is a duplex and sometimes we hear the neighbors fight through the walls. The big English sheep dog that lives next door gets loose and wanders around the cul-de-sac chasing rabbits and getting teased by neighborhood gangs of elementary aged children.
I sit motionless on the front porch, my five-year old hands pressed between knobby knees. Navy sock clutch loosely at my ankles and my feet are strapped into cheap Velcro shoes. My shoulders are covered in a towel and my Mom sits behind me on a kitchen chair methodically trimming away sandy blond pieces of straw hair.
I shift anxiously and she nearly cuts my ear off. She puts her hand on the top of my head calming and offering M&M’s if I hold still for just five minutes longer. My siblings and friends trail by and my eyes follow but my head doesn’t move.
In what seems like years Mom finally finishes and dusts the hair off of my face, blowing it from the gap between the towel and my neck. Then I am off for an unending evening of races and forts celebrating youth and the lack of responsibility.
Posted by paul at December 15, 2003 10:00 AM
Comments
Ahhhh youth.
There were a couple of guys at our C-3 gig on Friday that sang whimsical simon & garfunkle-esque songs about their lost youth..
your post kinda reminded me of that
Posted by: Mat at December 15, 2003 02:59 PM
That costs $2.
Posted by: Ochuk at December 15, 2003 05:45 PM