Shot of the Day #50 (!): 'Pickle' of the past...
Shot with iphone. Click to enlarge.
So we get to the doctor's office-just in time-and have a few minutes in the waiting room, and while I'm rocking Remy to serenity, my eyes catch a familiar title font. I look down and amidst the year old People magazines (Britney's having a meltdown!) and various baby brochures is a book that was so oddly familier. Once I focused, immediately took me back about 25 years, like a mental time-warp. I have no clue how I would remember such a memory, but this is the SAME Sweet Pickles book series that was on a shelf in my pre-school room, and I can remember like it was 2 days ago. The books, which were kept in a commerative box shaped like a van, were a personal favorite of mine, how I would gravitate towards it every day instead of worrying about some stupid "show and tell" bullhonkey or a finger painting session. The colors, the animals, I seriously remember it all.
...and now I have a kid, sitting in my lap. How time flies...how you can change so much but a thing like a children's book is frozen in time, passed from generation to generation. Will Remy be reading these someday?I dunno...but I'm already on Amazon.
Joe
PS: Holy crap, I made it to 50! I think we need to celebrate....
So we get to the doctor's office-just in time-and have a few minutes in the waiting room, and while I'm rocking Remy to serenity, my eyes catch a familiar title font. I look down and amidst the year old People magazines (Britney's having a meltdown!) and various baby brochures is a book that was so oddly familier. Once I focused, immediately took me back about 25 years, like a mental time-warp. I have no clue how I would remember such a memory, but this is the SAME Sweet Pickles book series that was on a shelf in my pre-school room, and I can remember like it was 2 days ago. The books, which were kept in a commerative box shaped like a van, were a personal favorite of mine, how I would gravitate towards it every day instead of worrying about some stupid "show and tell" bullhonkey or a finger painting session. The colors, the animals, I seriously remember it all.
...and now I have a kid, sitting in my lap. How time flies...how you can change so much but a thing like a children's book is frozen in time, passed from generation to generation. Will Remy be reading these someday?I dunno...but I'm already on Amazon.
Joe
PS: Holy crap, I made it to 50! I think we need to celebrate....
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irish car bombs on me.
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