Red pants.
When I was much younger and before turining into a teen, middle school was a breeze. I did my home work, stayed after school, was never tardy and had a good rep with the faculty. This was because I was the T.A in the library and the front office. Aside from having 3 electives instead of having spanish and p.e. So I ran into this lady who remembers me far too well. It was at trader joes, I was with my mother so they of course start the chit chat. And then she says “your daughter was the only creative student I knew that liked setting aside a stack of books to read when people had to return them.” And goes asking me if I still wear the same red pants I did back then. I forgot about those! They fit perfect and were the perfect shade of red. Not too bright and had deep pockets. Now I can’t stop thinking about them. They had a long run with me. I had them for three years, wore them every week. Then I fell down on the grass while doing a cart wheel and left a huge grass stain on my right knee. My mom told me to make them into shorts. And they just weren’t the same. I wore them only at home. My clothes always seems to really grow on me.
