Memory lane!

Hey guys!,
So I'm doing reedits on my newest story in hopes that I'll get it out by the end of next week and my mom asks me to go with her to her storage unit, she wants to clean it out. I toss on a old pair of sweats and my walking sneakers and head out with her to Long Island. My mom has two units, one with garden stuff and one with family stuff. We started on the garden stuff first since there wasn't a whole lot in there. We gave some of her garden decorations to the people who worked there and put some in the car to take back home  then we started on the family box.

When she packed up the unit I was living in Maryland so I wasn't able to help her out but I knew she put almost all of my stuff in there and some of it she tossed. So she unlocks this unit and inside are all of these giant storage containers, you know those really big ones you store blankets in during the summer. So there are nine of them, stacked in twos, and I asked her what was in them, before she could answer I looked down and see my sister's name. All of the crates had the name of one of my siblings on it and the two farther back were hers and my dad's.

My dad passed when I was ten and a lot of his old clothes I haven't seen since then. I loved my dad to death but he had to be the only Black man who looked like he could have been Bob Ross's twin. He wore the jeans, the plaid shirts and he had the beard and Afro just like Bob Ross. The worst thing about it was he wasn't actually trying to look like Bob Ross. That was his style back in the seventies and he kept it in the eighties and early nineties. But seeing his old stuff again was like wow, it's been twenty years since dad passed.  That's really a long time to not see someone you loved so dearly. Its almost like when a parent dies and you're young, you think of it as like them being away or a divorce in a way. When you get older you realize that you're never going to see that person again. Not in this life anyway.

We opened my box next and I was so thrown back. It was stacked with my old stuff. My Alf puppet in his Hawaiian shirt, an old Jem doll with the hair cut off, my old raggedy Paddington bear, and an old Winnie the Pooh bear(Hint: that's what my mom still calls me, Poohbear). The clincher was, in the corner of my box was a stack of books tied together with twine. They were all Babysitter's Club books!! All of my old BSC books with my official BSC book light were there! And yes, I was a member of the BSC fan club!!! On top of that she even had all of my old Fear Street books. I swear I read every single book in the series, some I borrowed from my neighborhood library and a ton of them I bought. I loved those stories so much I took some of them back home with me.

So right now I'm reediting my story in between reread The Truth About Stacy. Enjoy your day, I know I'm going to be enjoying mine!!!

Stay cool!! It's so damn stuffy in NYC!!
Peace!