My Opinion Counts

Are there certain things that conjure up memories of things that were hidden way down in a folder in your brain? When we were visiting Epcot in Florida a few weeks ago, we passed a mirror that I did not like. This mirror was concaved so that it made a person look short and fat. I hate those mirrors. I think there should be a law against them.

When I was in elementary school, we lived in Tacoma, Washington. Mom and Dad were always fixing something on the house. Things like plumbing and working on the landscaping were always happening. It seemed as if Dad always worked on electrical projects during cartoon time. He probably didn’t intentionally pick those times but it seemed to a 9 or 10 year old that he did. Well, with all the projects going on, Mom and Dad were always at the hardware store. This was not a typical hardware store. I reminded me of our Big Lots of today. I wish I could remember the name of this store. It had a circus theme. You could find anything related to fixing up and making repairs to your home. When you walked into the store they had gumball machines lining one wall and mirrors on another wall. The mirrors seemed funny back then because I was a tall skinny kid. Mom always took a tuck in the waistband of my pants to keep my pants from falling off. Back to the mirrors, while Mom and Dad shopped, we kids would stand in front of those mirrors and act silly. There were mirrors that made you look eight feet tall and mirrors that made you look squatty. It seemed hilarious at the time.