I miss the days when my father would drive my family somewhere and I would sit in the back seat....with my CD player or Cassette player...staring out the window and watching anything and everything. Soaking it all in like the intense little sponge I was.
I hate the days that have consumed me. The few times I get the chance to be a passenger in a car I feel an obligation to watch the road. Every time I force myself to look to my right and watch the road fly by....I find my attention averting to the road ahead of me and flibbling traffic!
Grawr. I hate the obligation that came with age 16.
I hate the reasons to say put the past away.
Flobblethis.
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