You may remember, a few weeks ago, my friend O'Ney sent a challenge for Lent: to get rid of 40 bags of clutter. It did not have to be big bags, could even be 40 items if I chose. A few trunkloads of stuff have been taken to Goodwill. The house is looking less cluttered, so I started looking in the garage. I had this in the "to go" pile, and then I felt sad. I can not get rid of this. It has too many miles on it, golden happy miles. I can see me pulling around a child in various places we have lived. I can see it on sidewalks, grassy lawns, even rolling uncontrollably down a hill in our front yard. It has been in a creek and several different sizes of swimming pools, if I remember correctly. I can see it holding boys, Elmo, Blankey Bear, scared kittens, jumpy puppies, and a sweet little black-haired girl who could barely hold herself in a sitting position.
No, this is not clutter. It is a "thing" that I don't need, but for now it will remain in my possession. I love you little red wagon!
3 comments:
awww...your words just tug at my heart! Some things are meant to be kept forever... it's just how it is. It's amazing how one object can come to symbolize such a big piece of our life story.
that's a keeper!
You my dear could be a writer.
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