Memory Lane has a few potholes to repair, but it’s still worth the trip
Buried in a box in the cupboard, under notes and letters and other written breadcrumbs of our early relationship, is a mixed tape. I made it for my husband way back when. In those early butterfly days, I was striving to impress him more than anything else, but there is still a significance to each song, a metaphor in the Modigliani print I used as a front piece, telling clues in the A side/B side titles. Seventeen years later that mixed tape is still there: a tangible relationship artifact.
In the museum of our love, it would be in a little case with a spotlight.
It occurred to me recently that my kids will never know the stomach plummeting emotions that come when someone hands you a mixed tape. They will never sit on their beds listening to a tape made by a crush. They’ll never hold it, examine the handwriting, interpret…
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Good stuff . So true!
Thanks. I’m in a nostalgic kind of mood, seemed fitting to set this one out there again!
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Missing that era.. Nostalgic.
I miss it too.
This really takes me back. Loved reading this.
I’m glad. We may have had to get up to change the channel and lug textbooks home from school, but there’s a lot of great stuff buried in those memories.