I was at work late last week, and was working at a bench that is just a tad higher than a desk. We have some stools that are okay to sit in, but I was longing for a chair that had arms, and that I could lean my old, weary body back into. I grabbed an extra chair from the conference room and sat down. It was set too high to give me the level of comfort I so desperately longed for, so I used the release on the side to lower it.
Now comes the old part. The feeling I got in the pit of my stomach, was like when I was a kid, and my Dad drove us to my Aunt and Uncles house. We drove on County Line Road, because they were building C-470 across a new suburb named Highlands Ranch. I know, another indicator of being old. Who else remembers watching the C-470 highway being built?
Anyway, my Dad would drive just fast enough, that when we would crest the many steep hills that used to be County Line Road (they flattened out all the good ones), I would "lose my stomach". Not sure if you know the feeling I am talking about, but it was awesome when I was a kid. I experienced it on that drive, and riding the Twister at Elitches, or the Cyclone at Lakeside. So hopefully you get it now.
Yea, I felt that LOWERING AN OFFICE CHAIR!!!!!
I am old.
Peace,
Woody
My Dad used to do the same thing on County Line Road. We had a camper on the back of a pick up. Me and Ross would lay on the bed that extended over the cab - that really gave you a rush. It felt like the camper would roll off/over the truck and get smashed. Aahhhh, good times.
ReplyDeleteWoody, I can see that all that time spent in my creative writing class at ACHS has truly paid off. So happy to see you keeping pen to paper. You have the knack and such stuff as this is such a lift to those who love good writing. Now about that "feeling old" stuff . . . You're still a "kid" in my book.
ReplyDeleteKeep on writing!
Julie Bailey