My Daddy is an Entrepreneur of sorts. We grew up around many of his dreams from Daycare centers to Auto Parts. From trailer Parks to Emu Farms. To this day I'm still in the middle of his "dreams" and wonder if I will ever be brave enough to start my own.
Growing up I spent a lot of time here in the Auto Parts Store. I made up games and entertained myself and my little Brother during the summers.
I learned how to make keys and helped turn brakes.
I restocked oil and filled the coke machine.
I even secretly had my first crush here. His name was Craig and he was one of the summer helpers. To this day I don't think he ever even noticed me... memories!
Yesterday I sifted through the past. The memories . The rubble. After the hurricane My Dad patched the roof and locked the doors. He moved on and it didn't.
The store now closed,water logged and forgotten. It waits.
My sister and I paid a visit and remembered the good things. Not much can compare to an ice cold coke in a glass bottle.
It's funny how things can take you back twenty years in Meir seconds. Water skiing on Elephant Butte Lake for the first time with my Grandpa.
So what do you do when the memories are mixed with the rubble? You make the best out of it.
You look past the dust..
and you find the art around every corner!
You hang tight to the memories and smile!
Because even in the midst of the mess..
you can find good just waiting.
So I loaded up a few things and closed the door...
Till the next time we feel the urge to walk down memory lane~
*** Yesterday's winner is Kim from mkdwalk.blogspot.com ~ Way to go Kim!***