Sometimes I feel ignored like that Ben, but fortunately not often,,,at times it's hard to acknowledge that there is really a lot less miles a to travel forward than there are to look back on,,,A good write,,,
Thanks, Ellecee. I'm glad such feelings are few and far between.
Growing up, I tried to include my old toys with the new ones, if only to see who would win in a fight. Sheriff Bravestar vs. Carey Mahoney...P.S. Wonderful words again, sir.
I bet your toys were happy ones.
A sad story well illustrated !!!
Thanks, Green Speck! I wish I could draw.
Wow, GREAT picture to go along with this.
Thanks, Heather. Flickr has some good stuff.
I have seen this so many times when I visited my mother in the nursing home...Powerful words and photo to go with it!!
I think I got at that on a subconscious level.
reminds me of a recent episode of Enlightened where Mike White writes about feeling invisible and includes the good as well as the sad.
Oh, to be invisible...
I often refer to my little band of friends as the Island of Misfit Toys. Even at an early age, not distinctly remembered, I associated, and felt kinship with that place. I collect the broken and discarded. Rust is the most beautiful color. I am drawn to old. And broken is just fine with me :)
Then I must be pretty cool ;-)
Glad you could use my photo! :)http://www.flickr.com/photos/andrewb47/4582690638/
Thank you, Andrew. It was an amazing photo. Glad you took it :-)
You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!