Child Memory

I remember a few.

I remember Randy Hall. 1st grade. Why we were in love or what made me think I was, I have no id
clue to this day.

 I was like 5 or 7?

How old are you in 1st grade?

That is how old I was.

I remember he gave me a copper, four-leaf clover ring.

I brought it home, showed my Mom and bragged about how much Randy loved me.

Mother accused me of stealing the ring and ignored the rest of my love story.

She ordered me to return the ring she accused me of stealing.

Since I did not steal it, I  had no place to take it. So I hid it...in my flesh-pink colored, cubbie at school.

The next day, the ring was gone.

Who cleaned the school back then, I do not know.

I know my ring went from my finger to gone in less than 24 hours because if interference from others.

Do I carry this as baggage? Your damn right I do.

I have several vintage trunks that hold my emotional and mental garbage in a storage unit, that I have had since 2007.

I am getting tired of holding on to the past.

There is an entire house in the storage unit, including linens, fine china and perfectly preserved furniture.

DO you want it?

Freedom or surrender, not sure which one I am choosing at the moment, but will let you know!

The blonde is offering an entire home wrapped up in a bow.

All you have to do is let it go.

Take it, burn it, change it.

The Blonde wants gone!