Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
Spring-cleaning this year, just 3 weeks ago, was an interesting one. There is a case which was packed in Singapore with miscellaneous items and even had a tag reading “Misc” which has never been opened in the US, until that eventful afternoon when I decided to bite-the bullet and open my personal ‘Pandora’s Box’. As I removed items which I had not set eyes on for many (and I do mean many) years, it was like taking a step back in the time tunnel.
Key chains, photo albums, diaries, trinkets, cassette tapes, etc… and I actually remember the where’s, how’s, when’s & who’s related to most items. Thinking back, yes, I have led quite an eventful life, though never wild and partying.
My fascination for old cars and motorcycles scared my mother (like hell!) and she blamed the first guy I ever dated for that because he had an old Triumph Bobber with a sidecar making it a three-wheeler. Everyone looked when we proudly slow-zoomed around ~ on hindsight I not sure if I looked like rescued maiden or a nutcase being bundled to some hideaway.
Then I saw it! preciously wrapped with soft-cloth in the case, that keepsake piece from the 3rd car I had owned and one I’ll never forget. I had to sell her to a neighbor as I was going overseas for some time and yes, it broke my heart but I had to choose the lesser of two evils – he was a vintage car lover too, so she would be in good hands.
In my little 1963 Austin Healey Sprite, I exchanged smiles and waves with taxi and bus drivers, motorcyclists and yes, even the traffic police! They didn’t mind me on the road in my little old lady, heck, with only 948 cc, how fast can one go, right? Ah yes, those days when it was so cool to feel the breeze in one’s hair driving around ~ less smog, less tolls, less road bullies…
♫ “Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end…” ♪ like the old song goes. Time does fly and reminiscing can be bitter sweet.