Some days, I just want to travel. There are so many places I’ve never been, so many things I’ve never seen. I think it may be something about the weather. The weather was like this when I turned 16 almost 7 years ago. Gas was 79c per gallon. I had a little Mazda B2200 with a stick shift. It was super fun to drive around in the North Georgia Mountains. This weather makes me feel sixteen again. It makes me want to test my wings out again. It makes me wonder if I am ready for this world.
It’s a fresh and exciting new feeling. I don’t feel quite so stale as fall comes along. I feel like listening to all those old songs. How could I forget that the song of the year was “Sunny Came Home.” 1998 was a very good year.
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