Against the wind
I was running against the wind
I was middle aged and weak
I went running against the wind,
And the years flashed before my eyes,
I could hardly breathe...
I don't know when exactly it happened to me, but "Livin after midnight. Rockin to the dawn. Lovin till the mornin, then I'm gone," doesn't seem to resonate with the same feeling or appeal that it once did.
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No idea why this just popped in my head but here we go, I will share...
Rambling. That's your warning.
Scene: Wallflower is little. Maybe 7 or 8 at most. Running around in the backyard/backyard behind our's. Catholic family home, 8 kids, all with a name beginning with D. They had extended family over, this is relevant to the story. (This was one of the two places I was allowed to go.)
It was summer.
β¨οΈFireflies β¨οΈ
I was wearing my favorite clogs. I remember nothing else about my attire, but clogs! Clogs! Bitches!
I met a cousin of their's. We were having lots of fun together. He was older. I don't remember his name.
Frogs. We had lots of frogs.
Lots of running amok. I remember feeling happy.
Suddenly I remember feeling "squish."
I stepped on a frog. It was gory.
I hurried home to salvage my clogs. I cleaned the clog but swore it smelled like dead frog so took my brother's cologne and poured it on the heel of my clog. Now forever to smell like Old Spice aftershave.
My mom interrupted my remedy. Asked me what I was up to, told me I had to come in soon...
I vividly remember asking her how you know if you're in love. She said "you just do."
I ran back outside to play with the cousin while I could, wondering what I might or might not know...
I never saw him again.
It was not love.
Shortly after my mom decided my clogs smelled too strongly and threw them out. Damn frog guts ruining my jam...
I still like the smell of Old Spice aftershave, to round out this story, so *damn my more recent fragrance allergy*, too.
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