When I was a teenager, I didn’t get to have a “normal” kid’s life.
I was extremely sheltered and held under lock and key by a father trying to protect me from the harm of the world and those within it.
I never attended a party. Never hung out with friends in the parking lot of the local Walmart as one of the cars with a really good sound system flexed their pioneer system. Never even went on a date.
But tonight I got to sit on the tailgate of a 1996 Chevy Silverado with a custom paint job…
…and as my feet swayed off the gate, my inner teenager felt alive again. For that brief moment, I didn’t have a single care in the world and the breeze hit me just right that I couldn’t help but smile.
I’m not gonna go out and buy Hammer pants or tease my bangs in attempt to reach for Jesus and then spray them down with Rave or anything, but it was precious to feel her again. It really was.
I never attended a party. Never hung out with friends in the parking lot of the local Walmart as one of the cars with a really good sound system flexed their pioneer system. Never even went on a date.
But tonight I got to sit on the tailgate of a 1996 Chevy Silverado with a custom paint job…
…and as my feet swayed off the gate, my inner teenager felt alive again. For that brief moment, I didn’t have a single care in the world and the breeze hit me just right that I couldn’t help but smile.
I’m not gonna go out and buy Hammer pants or tease my bangs in attempt to reach for Jesus and then spray them down with Rave or anything, but it was precious to feel her again. It really was.
46-50, F
