may 28 2010
my mom and dad say i was about 3 when this story
began.
i am paraphrasing of course but it went something like
this...
when i was about 3, i had an emmett kelly doll that i
carried around everywhere. i do have some pretty vivid childhood memories of
playing with him.
he
had blue cloth pants. i'm sure he had a shirt at one point, and my mom
says he even had a red tie, but i have no memory of either.
his
little pants used to always fall down. one time my mom said "oh,
his pants fell down. awww poor thing".
somehow in my little kid
brain i thought that meant "poor thing" was his name.
so that's what
i called him forever.
cut to a few decades later
i have
been asking my parents about poor thing for a long time.
they knew
they still had him, they would never throw him away.
he was
somewhere in the stuff.
every time they would start to open a box,
they would say "you think he's in this one?"
yesterday was my
birthday.
my parents sent a box and told me to call them when i was
opening it.
so i did.
he was wrapped in tissue paper with a sweet
card that simply read "guess who?".
i knew immediately! the huge
lump in my throat knew too.
greatest. present. ever.
thanks
mom and dad. xoxo
i took a few pictures with the really fun retrocamera app on my phone.
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