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December 21st's Favorite Thing - Memories
Not to get all corny on you, but I am probably more sentimental than the next middle-aged guy (and to a point, it annoys the bejezus out of My-Sugar-Na). Sometimes it is a song, a smell, a rerun of an old TV show, or maybe its just that deja vu situation... once it triggers my Sentimentality Nerve, I can be lost for quite a while.
For example, "Smells Like Teen Spirit" from Nirvana will more often than not get me thinking of when (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Son, Mitten, was a year or two old. The two of us were in a car (with the child seat in the FRONT SEAT - take that safety mongers) and this song was on the radio. The words "With the lights out / It's less dangerous / Here we are now" became "We'll go bye-bye / In the car seat / And we'll press it" (Side note; "press it" was to press the button to release the safety harness.) For years - years - after that, Mitten wouldn't go for a ride with me, we went "Bye-Bye-Car-Seat-Press-It". Hearing that song, and thinking of how Mitten and I were best buddies (way back) when he was a cute little kid, can get me lost in thought for quite awhile.
Here's another example, the taste of crabapples is a double - it reminds me of Christmas time and also of when I was still a-courtin' My-Sugar-Na (who at the time was more like Trial-My-Sugar-Na). One day in summer, she bought a jar of these and I turned up my nose. But she pressed me to try one, and it was wonderful - it tasted like Christmas! The jar was done by the end of the night, and now just thinking about it is getting me to think about some of the stuff (for better or worse) that went on in our relationship those seven years ago.
I can tell you know, that I will be that grizzled old timer sitting on a park bench that is going to annoy anyone that will listen about the "Interesting only to me, but listen to me because I deserve the respect as someone who has been there before" stories of my youth.
I already do that to my family when I reminisce about 'Nam.
On the First Day of Christmas, my favorite thing is - Baseball's Hot Stove League
On the Second Day of Christmas, my favorite thing is - A handful of chopped pecans
On the Third Day of Christmas, my favorite thing is - Memories of my past
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