January 24, 2011

tons of shit down there

dear snooping around in the basement today,

kicking things around in the basement today at dads i found all my fisher price people and their house and the airport and barn and the plane and parking garage. they haven't aged a bit. they seem so much smaller tho, and their bodies so frail. the ones my kids had were plastic and much brighter in color. but other than that, their hair was the same- their faces- young and vibrant- the plane clean and fresh- even the string to pull it was ready to go. i didn't let the boys have all that stuff- altho they did play with it a little during visits to papa's, but i never took it home with us. there is just so much- the school bus and the animals and all the different people- we had everything they made. dad asked me when i was gunna get that shit out of there today, he always asks me that, then i have to push it all back and stack stuff over it so he will forget about it again. then i looked at something else.