My Red Coat
November 3rd, 2008
Autumn is my favorite time of year for many reasons… the newest of which is my red coat. It sang to me off the rack at Filene’s Basement. A sweet coat with little bit of sass. A coat much like a coat I wore as a young girl.
I was five or six, and I remember clearly standing in between my mom and dad, letting them take a step forward, bending at the knees, and swinging as hard as I could — and actually flying (if only for a brief second), and landing hard on the cement sidewalk.
At some point, (I’m not sure when) I thought I couldn’t “pull off” wearing red… Not sure how or why I convinced myself, but I did, for at least the past twenty years.
I’m not chasing my childhood, or looking for my innocence again… I’m just glad to still know that girl who wanted so much to fly is still with me, closer than I thought she was.
–Sue
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1. Michael | April 13th, 2010 at 2:14 am
I remember the day wen i was a little girl,my mom and my dad was separeted i did not fell that kind of relation with my family.it so nice picture..
Red Coat
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