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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Misc. Remembrance:

In '77, about a year after my folks split up, mom bought a new house. She gave me a key to the front door to let myself in when I got home from school. She stressed the importance of not losing the key, because then she'd have to take off work early to let me in. The next day I got off the school bus, walked up to the front door and reached into my pocket for the key. Only to find it wasn't in my pocket. I had lost my key. The first day. She was mad at me for three days.

2 comments:

ChiTown Girl said...

Dude, seriously?! I'd have been mad, too.

Believe it or not, my son still has the key I gave him on his tenth birthday. He's 19 now. It was really cool, too. He was into anything with flames at the time, so I found a key that was covered in flames.

I just jinxed myself, didn't I? That key will be gone tomorrow. :(

joe said...

seriously

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