Memories for sale…

A lost childhood foundfor sale on the streetpick up some memoriesthe price you can’t beatA Broken down dollyon the side of the roadA Busted up Tick TockA Music Box MakerDeath is a Dream TakerA Memory BreakerIt done did you inleaving your personal items behindsell them on the curbsidefor a dollar each timeOnly a buckwill get you a dreama lost memory orphanedin need of a homeyou pick up the forgottenyou rescue a fewyou piece them togetheryou make them a new.

-Angie Mason

*Today I went to a house sale on the side of a road that I had stumbled upon while taking a joy ride and rescued a few orphaned memories to give a new home to. An old man and his daughter were selling what appeared to be the belongings of the deceased wife of the old man as well as family treasures from lost childhoods of the grown children who put away these childish things.Perhaps since I don’t have the luxury of having really any of my childhood artifacts I tend to want to rescue the orphaned used up toys of others pasts and feel sad at how they want to part with such treasures.That direct connection to innocent new days seems magical to me and no matter how sad or happy the memories may be it was a time when the world was full of wonder and possibilities for so many no matter how bad things were there was always a new day on the horizon to play new games and dream… I still like to hold on to that dreaming greeting every new day with the wonder and possibilities waiting to unfold as I did when I was a child.Call me childish but I still hold on to the toys and play games any chance I get.