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I'm nostalgic for:
...Mom's attending and proudly applauding all of my recitals, performances, and competitions (not to mention schlepping me to and from practice sessions and rehearsals, buying the necessary gear, and encouraging me to pursue my interests)
...hearing the distinctive purring engine of Dad's Opel rounding the corner and his one swift beep of the horn, signalling his returning home from work
...romping in our back yard with my brother, family dog, and whatever other kids happened to be visiting
...trying (always unsuccessfully) to stay awake late enough on Christmas Eve to chat with Santa Claus
...lying down, rolling around, or doing gymnastics in the grass, sans picnic blanket, without fear of ticks or lyme disease
...lying on the living room rug watching appointment TV (e.g., Dark Shadows, The Wonderful World of Disney, Lost In Space, Daktari, Peyton Place, Alfred Hitchcock) on my parents' newfangled color TV-stereo-cabinet contraption
...believing (for decades) my high school sweetheart was the bee's knees
...every pet I've ever had (R.I.P.)
Last edited by Froide; 05-30-2014 at 11:21 PM.
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