Rummaging To Find My Favorite Thing

Given a box of old, lost things I’d loved and enjoyed which somehow, somewhere in my youth vanished mysteriously from my life, I feel thrilled to look inside where first I find fun troll dolls with colorful long hair. Also I find my first attempts at poetry – cheesy lovesick poems which I never knew then foretold the passion of my older self. Also I come across my beloved pink teddy bear, so worn out, some niknacks, and a huge pile of brightly colored clothing: mini-skirts, cute blouses, hot pants, all reminiscent of the 70’s. I laugh to see the two-piece hot pink outfit I struggled with in sewing class. Eagerly I rummage through all the clothes until . . . Oh, my, I spy my old blue denim bell bottoms of which I was so fond – the ones with patches sewn onto the pockets for me by my sister. Through my mid-teens and then on through my early college years I had worn that pair of pants so distinctively extra-flared. Even today I can fit into them. Why oh why did I abandon them? At last I can touch them and not just have to view them in old photographs. It was the night I met my dream boy when also I’d been wearing them. I hold them up to my face and inhale the memory of him against my skin and that first most wonderful kiss of bliss.