2005-01-21
rememory
We never argued on the plane. We had inverse matching hats, lots of bubble gum chewing in our mouthes, and smiles from ear to ear. This was my territory. Josh counted on me to get into first class seats, and to get all the peanuts I could, and to be all cute with the flight attendents. We loved it. We walked off the plane and our eyes would stretch for miles in search of the tallest man in the airport. We usually didn't have to search very far because he made sure he was at the very front. This was far before 9/11 and security issues. We ran and he could pick me up and twirl me around and I was light as a feather. Those were definitly the good times.
oilandwater at 2:27 p.m.