Memory Intermission
As opposed to the “Daily Life Intermission” I was going to do. My mom just brought over this CD that my brother found at a garage sale somewhere. This was my favorite book as a young person for a very long time. And it was the first book that I ever spent my own money on. And it’s also the book I used to read to my brother when he was little. If you don’t know, it’s a book of seemingly funny, rhyming, short and long, poems. Easy to read and so lighthearted that you don’t even realize that you are getting some serious, touching, emotional, and real-life views, without being bogged down in somberness. I did not even know there was a CD. And I did not know that he remembered about all the time we spent going through this book. It was a lot. And a long time ago. I will be listening to this, in my car, on the way to work, in about an hour or so. I hope it’s good. I’ve never heard the author’s voice or even heard anybody else read these poems out loud except my teacher in 4th grade who read it to me. Well, not just to me. The whole class, but it felt like me alone. So, anyway, even if the CD is complete crap, it will stay with me now. Thank you so much Tom! Even though you probably hate to admit it, or recognize the very small amount of mushy I am about to throw out right here, I guess you will always be my little brother. Love and hugs.
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