Remembering The Big Black Trunk
What is remembering? What does it mean to you?
Remembering for me is everything....It can be remembering all the good times...or all the bad times....it can remembering watching my four sons sitting on the couch laughing so hard....about something...not even sure they knew what was funny....
Remembering the many hours we spent in the car together smelling odors that should have never been allowed on this planted as each boy tried to out do the other....them laughing so hard as they watched mom and dad trying to pretend they smelled nothing.....
Remembering the time we all moved except for Shawn as he had not been in the baker yet....we moved to Joliet, Il...Beside the big trash removal container sit this really neat black trunk that of course I just had to have....Remembering as my sons go Oh mom, not again....picking up someone else's throw-away's I think we call that garage sales today..
Remembering us all trying to carry Big Black Trunk and tugging and pulling l this hugh truck up the stairs to our new place to live....
Remembering as we let the this black truck sit in the middle of our very small apartment while we tried to get the things out for the night to unpack the next day.
Remembering when out of the blue we hear these horrible sounds coming from somewhere....but knowing it was one of the boys.
Remembering the looks on our faces as we realized that Brent had been locked in the Big Black Trunk that mom just had to have....
Remembering that there was no key that came with the Trunk...
Remembering who put Brent in the Truck looking at Ken and Jeff.
Remembering when this little small voice coming from Ken's mouth "I didn't mean too"
Remembering standing there wondering what we were going to do to get Brent out of the Trunk.
Remembering trying to pry the lock open, thinking of trying to cut it open but then we might hit Brent...
Remembering telling Brent it would be okay as I am on the outside of that Big Black Trunk and he is stuck inside with no visible air getting inside.
Remembering their dad coming up with an ideal how to open the trunk without scaring it...after all I wanted the trunk, but I wanted Brent out too..
Remembering talking to Brent, trying to sooth him, telling him to to take small shallow breaths so he would not run out of air...of course scaring him the entire time.
Remembering telling him to keep talking to me as dad worked on getting it open...What was I thinking...telling him to breath shallow breaths but to keep talking to me...
Remembering sweat pouring down my face in fear...as their dad made a key out of a kitchen knife.
Remembering as we all stood around waiting for the trunk to be open to find Brent safe and sound...
Remembering the sound of the click as the lock opened and we all looked at each other and thinking finally....it's open
Remembering opening the top of the trunk wondering what we would find, our son laying there almost out of air, sweating from being closed up for over an hour in the Big Black Trunk.
Remembering as we opened up the Truck...Brent jumps out and says "What took so long, I got to Pee!!!
Remembering the Laughs we have shared through the years of the Big Black Truck that still sits in my garage....but with a broken lock!
I hope each of you today can find something to remember that will put a smile on you face.....for a little while....Love to all the mom's.
Remembering for me is everything....It can be remembering all the good times...or all the bad times....it can remembering watching my four sons sitting on the couch laughing so hard....about something...not even sure they knew what was funny....
Remembering the many hours we spent in the car together smelling odors that should have never been allowed on this planted as each boy tried to out do the other....them laughing so hard as they watched mom and dad trying to pretend they smelled nothing.....
Remembering the time we all moved except for Shawn as he had not been in the baker yet....we moved to Joliet, Il...Beside the big trash removal container sit this really neat black trunk that of course I just had to have....Remembering as my sons go Oh mom, not again....picking up someone else's throw-away's I think we call that garage sales today..
Remembering us all trying to carry Big Black Trunk and tugging and pulling l this hugh truck up the stairs to our new place to live....
Remembering as we let the this black truck sit in the middle of our very small apartment while we tried to get the things out for the night to unpack the next day.
Remembering when out of the blue we hear these horrible sounds coming from somewhere....but knowing it was one of the boys.
Remembering the looks on our faces as we realized that Brent had been locked in the Big Black Trunk that mom just had to have....
Remembering that there was no key that came with the Trunk...
Remembering who put Brent in the Truck looking at Ken and Jeff.
Remembering when this little small voice coming from Ken's mouth "I didn't mean too"
Remembering standing there wondering what we were going to do to get Brent out of the Trunk.
Remembering trying to pry the lock open, thinking of trying to cut it open but then we might hit Brent...
Remembering telling Brent it would be okay as I am on the outside of that Big Black Trunk and he is stuck inside with no visible air getting inside.
Remembering their dad coming up with an ideal how to open the trunk without scaring it...after all I wanted the trunk, but I wanted Brent out too..
Remembering talking to Brent, trying to sooth him, telling him to to take small shallow breaths so he would not run out of air...of course scaring him the entire time.
Remembering telling him to keep talking to me as dad worked on getting it open...What was I thinking...telling him to breath shallow breaths but to keep talking to me...
Remembering sweat pouring down my face in fear...as their dad made a key out of a kitchen knife.
Remembering as we all stood around waiting for the trunk to be open to find Brent safe and sound...
Remembering the sound of the click as the lock opened and we all looked at each other and thinking finally....it's open
Remembering opening the top of the trunk wondering what we would find, our son laying there almost out of air, sweating from being closed up for over an hour in the Big Black Trunk.
Remembering as we opened up the Truck...Brent jumps out and says "What took so long, I got to Pee!!!
Remembering the Laughs we have shared through the years of the Big Black Truck that still sits in my garage....but with a broken lock!
I hope each of you today can find something to remember that will put a smile on you face.....for a little while....Love to all the mom's.
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