I’m old.
With more than 50 years behind me, I’ve some fond memories. I remember bringing Eddie and Chris home the day they were born–such wee little things. And when Eddie married, I drove the happy couple to their honeymoon. I held his daughters as babies and even took them camping when they grew up…
It was fun while it lasted.
But nobody can carry on forever. So now that I tire easily and my joints make me groan, I spend my days sitting in the sun in the yard while the new generation does the hard work.
Sigh! Well, I had a good run…
Photo by Andrik Langfield on Unsplash
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a splendid piece of writing; I like it that you gave the old car its voice 🙂
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Thank you, John! I have a soft spot for old things. 😉
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I like the image and the story which salutes the good work the car did all those years.
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Thank you, it was a photo prompt story. I felt that the car had a “personality”. As if it was looking straight at me and daring me to call “him” old.
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