In response to The Daily Post’s Discover Challenge:
One of the upsides to being a writer who dabbles in the past as the basis for much of her work are the things you find when you’re either searching for something…or find something right in front of your nose.
Facebook has this great feature that allows you to dig back through your posts for that particular day in past years. Three years ago, I shared this childhood photo, one I’ve looked at many times over the years, but I chose three years ago today to post it.
The photo very well may have been taken around this date 30 years ago, and according to the photo album, it’s from spring 1986.
That’s me and my twin brother, Brian. We were three years old in this picture, and yes, I remember that wagon. I’m not sure when we got it, but I know we had it for a few years, and yes it usually involved me getting pulled in it.
I also remember that car in the background – it’s my grandma’s 1981 Dodge Aries K-Car. This car was not only older than me (by one year), it was the epitome of nostalgic cars all of us ’80s kids know. It had these leather bench seats, and my grandma used to put down towels in the summer, and we also sat on beaded seat covers. Good lord, it doesn’t get any more nostalgic than that. And those beaded seat covers were soooo uncomfortable, but when I think of them, I think of my grandma. I associate all of the happy memories of my maternal grandparents with that banana yellow station wagon you see.
And that’s the way the memory (and being a writer of memories) should be. 🙂