You know, this isn’t really an easy question. It’s hard to think what could make you feel peaceful, or calm, or even safe. Not much in this world can do that anymore. Except one thing … memories. So I guess my peace would have to be a memory. A recollection of a certain time when I felt safest or calmest, a time when I felt that nothing could be higher or greater than I was at that moment. But what is that memory? What could be the one time that I had that made me feel so great? I don’t know, most likely it was when I was younger. Back then, when I was four or five, we, being my entire family, my sister, my dad, my mom, my dog, and I, would travel a lot. When we would travel on the turnpike we’d stop at those rest stops with the restaurants inside them and all. When we were there I’d go straight to the soda fountain. I’d grab those plastic lids and push in all the little bumps. You know, the ones that say “cola”, “diet”, “other”, “tea”, or “rb” (for root beer). Anyway, we’d travel as a family, close together and tight with each other. No one ever fought with each other back then and everything was calm. That’s when I was happiest, when everything was calm, so I guess my idea of peace would be pushing in those little bumps on the plastic lids for the soda cups. I know it’s weird, but it’s true. |
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