Okay, so my first post was a little melodramatic and tad accusatory, but don't worry, I only write like that every once in a blue moon. But this kind of continues from yesterday, cause I ran into another example of childhood innocence today. Since it's spring, pollen is literally everywhere. No matter where you go it looks like yellow is a very popular color this season cause absolutely everything is covered with the stuff. Now, I've been blessed with having no allergies what-so-ever, but the rest of my family wasn't quite so lucky and they're all having to get drugged up before even stepping outside to get the mail.
Anyway, even though our car is already gold, the extra yellow powder isn't too appealing so my dad finally decided today was car wash day. I had been in my room watching shows on Netflix this morning when my 13 year old sister burst into my room, panting from excitement. She told me there were three super amazing things she had to tell me. The first was that my dad had bought us Krispy Kreme donuts for breakfast (the chocolate creme, or custard filled taste like heaven!), then the second was if I pulled on my shoes quickly my dad was going to take us to the library. And finally, and probably the most exciting, we were going to get the car washed. Now, I don't know about your family, but in mine going to the car wash is like going Disney World. I might be graduating from high school next year, but I still jumped out of bed, ran down the stairs, pulled on my shoes, and was out the door and in the car before you could even blink.
When we finally pulled into the car wash, my eight year old sister couldn't contain her excitement anymore and she started cheering. My 13 year old sister couldn't stop giggling after she said it looked like our car was being eaten by a giant octopus. I sat up front with my dad who's in his mid-50s and was smiling from ear to ear, tickled at how excited my sisters and I were. See, my family's never had a lot of money so any chance we get to go somewhere, even the grocery store, every kid in the family is fighting over who gets to go.
I lived in this town in Kansas for almost a decade and even though it was only a mile in area and it only had one stoplight, I thought it was the coolest place on earth. And even though the gas station was just down the street, everytime I went there it was like it was the ultimate adventure. Most of the people I know here, where I live in Georgia, their kind of adventure is going out of state or going to the beach or to Six Flags. Mine is still a once a week trip to the local Kroger or to Wal-mart. I barely ever got to go to Wal-mart back in Kansas, it was a 30 minute drive and my parents took us there maybe once a month. Now it's less than a mile from my front door. I could walk there if I wanted to and I still find stepping into that dirty department store to be a highlight of my day. I know as time passes, a lot of aspects of my life are going to change dramatically, but I hope this never does. I hope I'll always be excited about a trip to Wal-mart, a grocery store, or a gas station. I hope that feeling stays the same until the day I die.
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