Pick-Ups

I have a 1964 Chevy pick-up. It currently not working, and needs a few things for it to be restored, but i still like it. Its an awkward beige color that was done as a primer to be the base of the next color, but it never got its next color, so the beige is still there. I have some found memories in the truck. When I was younger I would sit on my dad's lap and "drive" the truck as we drove on long country roads. I can not remember a time when the horn of the truck ever actually working. It sounds like a deep voice of a donkey in need of a cough drop. I remember lying in the bed of the truck with my siblings looking at the stars in the sky as we drove off to a family members house. Once when I was driving with my father, the passenger door slipped open and I was slipping out (because I was smaller and the safety belt was not too tight around me) and while driving, my dad grabbed my shirt and saved me. (He's my hero!) My favorite memories were hearing that horn everyday as my dad came home from work and parked in our parking lot, and I would hide with my nerf gun waiting for him to come find me so I could shoot him. It was my favorite part of the day. I've had many memories in my little pick-up.

I originally began this post writing about a different sort of pick up. After a couple things have not gone my way recently, so i've been bummed a bit. I needed something that could pick me up get me excited about life again. My mind drifted to my pick-up that sits at home, waiting for me to get the money to fix it, and all the memories I had in it. As this happened, my spirits were lifted and I got the pick up I needed. Sometimes reminiscing on past good memories can be some of the best pick ups for a person feeling a bit bummed out.