Thursday, July 28, 2011

Secretly Sentimental

My battered old beautiful car just got taken away. Ive just come after standing in the road in my tights and feet watching it drive off. The scrappage man was remarkably businesslike.

I was brought back to when my parents traded in our brown car with tweedy seats. I was about 6. I remember getting quite deeply upset and sniffling into the upholstery. I knew it was really silly and expected to be laughed. When we got to the garage and they were paperworking, I walked off on my own and bawled silently.

My mum realised and when I told her why I was so sad, she surprised me by crying a little while she laughed and placated me.

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