Treasures Lost

There are certain things I have hung onto my whole life, like my grandmother’s ring and photo albums from my childhood, but I wish I had known to keep hold of a few other gems, like my bright turquoise parachute pants. They had about 30 zippers and could light the way through a dark tunnel. I tried my best to learn a few breakdancing moves when the boys in the corner house would drag out the giant piece of cardboard. I had the utmost faith in these pants and their ability to turn me into a star. I think I sort of learned to moonwalk, and you could at least identify that I was attempting the worm when I writhed around on my stomach. Needless to say, my breakdancing career never really got off the ground – ha ha – literally. But those pants were so cool.