Out with the Old: A Bunch of Old Crap, a Camaro, & an Uncle
Everything of mine was old when I was a kid. My bed — the frame, mattress, box spring, sheets, those itchy wool blankets; my second-hand clothes; the scratchy, low-pile carpet in my room.
But, really, it wasn’t just my stuff — everything was old. Our TV, the furniture, my grandparents, the fans, the trees, the house.