Childhood friend
February 27, 2003the thing about mr. rogers is i don’t even remember the details. i don’t remember anything about his house, i couldn’t tell you the name of any of the neighbors, i wouldn’t be able to recount any story lines. i can only see his smiling face.
i just remember that i would walk home from school, tug the silver chain from my backpack and turn the dangling key in the front door lock. i just know that i’d turn on the TV and he’d already be there, going about his business.
it made me feel safe.
some of my best memories are like that. they are a feeling, or a scent, or a sound.
it’s almost as if adding any detail would just ruin it.
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I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
i love and envy the fact that you have the ability to articulate your thoughts and feelings so well. because i am so lucky to just sit here and think “yeah, thats exactly how it is.”
so thank you for putting not only your thoughts but mine as well into words. its truly comforting.