This past weekend, we spent a few days visiting my parents in the suburbs of Birmingham. (That would be Alabama, not England. Just in case it wasn’t clear.)
My dad pulled my old rocking horse, Donut, out of storage, cleaned up the parts, and assembled him in the basement, all for my son to ride while we were visiting.
I got Donut about the same age as the little phisch is now, roughly 1974. The nostalgia from watching my own child ride the same horse I did thirty-three, thirty-four years ago, was overwhelming.
I had the same experience watching the girls rock in the rocking chair Tracy did, and playing the same toy piano she did. We have both in the garage, awaiting the next generation.
Posted by: Brent at April 9, 2008 07:41 AM