Saved as draft - 3/02/06
Today I helped my mom clean out the garage. I found some old, too-tiny clothes, a Barbie-themed scooter, and these hot pink leg warmers that I used to think were just the bomb-diggity.
Mom found some of Jane's old trophies from track, reminiscing about the days when Dad used to run with her every Saturday morning, while Mom and I stayed home and painted each other's nails. Then they'd come home, and we'd all have chocolate-chip pancakes and play monopoly. It was a Baker family tradition.
I also found this old Walkman that you gave me for one of my birthdays. The mix in it was full of all my favorite oldies. When Mom and I were done, I snuck it up to my room and listened to it on repeat as everyone else fell to sleep.
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Unsent Messages
Short Story"Adventure is inspiring, but so is nostalgia." A story about a girl who writes messages to a boy along the start, then halt, of their relationship, but leaves them unsent. And along the way, she discovers what it means to get over the pain of inconc...
