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By my estimations, given the fact that our family vacation started at exactly 3:00pm on the Friday that school let out for the summer, I had managed to keep one hand on it for seven days straight.
When dad picked my brother’s and me up promptly after school in his already packed car, I had only been a few minutes removed from the single best moment of my life. Sue Anderson had dropped her locket and I was there to pick it up. I would have returned it immediately, but before I knew it we were on the road, heading to Grandpa’s cabin in southern Tennessee. My mother had managed to procure matching jackets for the trip and barked our full names when we tried to remove them. Andy was the only one immune from this, as he could cry louder than mom could.
Each time we left the car I was extra careful. My jacket zipped up completely and my left hand buried deep into my pocket, my mission to secure the keepsake as best I could.
I didn’t want to spend the rest of the summer wondering what beat up gas station or rest stop I had lost the locket of my all-time greatest crush. I didn’t dare pull it out of my pocket for fear that my mother would swoon or my brothers would laugh. I intended to return it as soon as I got back, dreaming of that moment for the remainder of the trip. Until then I keep my hand wrapped tightly about the trinket. It was my secret and I planned to keep it that way.
you may reach Ian at ian[at]iancahill.com
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By my estimations, given the fact that our family vacation started at exactly 3:00pm on the Friday that school let out for the summer, I had managed to keep one hand on it for seven days straight.When dad picked my brother’s and me up promptly after school in his already packed car, I had only been a few minutes removed from the single best moment of my life. Sue Anderson had dropped her locket and I was there to pick it up. I would have returned it immediately, but before I knew it we were on the road, heading to Grandpa’s cabin in southern Tennessee. My mother had managed to procure matching jackets for the trip and barked our full names when we tried to remove them. Andy was the only one immune from this, as he could cry louder than mom could.
Each time we left the car I was extra careful. My jacket zipped up completely and my left hand buried deep into my pocket, my mission to secure the keepsake as best I could.
I didn’t want to spend the rest of the summer wondering what beat up gas station or rest stop I had lost the locket of my all-time greatest crush. I didn’t dare pull it out of my pocket for fear that my mother would swoon or my brothers would laugh. I intended to return it as soon as I got back, dreaming of that moment for the remainder of the trip. Until then I keep my hand wrapped tightly about the trinket. It was my secret and I planned to keep it that way.
you may reach Ian at ian[at]iancahill.com
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