I was just thinking about my family and remembered one of my most favorite cousins.
When I was 8 I was at a family get together and Lance was there. Rance was 17. He smoked, drank beer, cussed in front of the grown ups and worked on his car with his buddies. He scared the shit out of me. They were like these wild animals full of danger. They yelled at us to leave them alone and flicked their smokes at us. Pure terror.
The next summer I went to a family get together and Rance was there. He smoked, drank beer, cussed in front of the grown up and worked on his car with his buddies. He was now a god. He was so cool. The terror was replaced with admiration of this true individual who lived life without fear and had a girlfriend he kissed. So cool! Now he is a middle aged dad who is sweet as pie and very loving toward all of us. There is small piece of me who wishes he would have continued down the road of being a badass creep with a curly mullet.
Anyone else have cousin memories?
When I was 8 I was at a family get together and Lance was there. Rance was 17. He smoked, drank beer, cussed in front of the grown ups and worked on his car with his buddies. He scared the shit out of me. They were like these wild animals full of danger. They yelled at us to leave them alone and flicked their smokes at us. Pure terror.
The next summer I went to a family get together and Rance was there. He smoked, drank beer, cussed in front of the grown up and worked on his car with his buddies. He was now a god. He was so cool. The terror was replaced with admiration of this true individual who lived life without fear and had a girlfriend he kissed. So cool! Now he is a middle aged dad who is sweet as pie and very loving toward all of us. There is small piece of me who wishes he would have continued down the road of being a badass creep with a curly mullet.
Anyone else have cousin memories?