It is strange the things you remember. The kids got a matchbox car with a launcher in a box of cheerios today. It reminds me of my first moving day.
I was six. I remember the parsonage being empty, and walking through the bare basement, making sure I didn’t forget anything. Of particular concern was a matchbox car. I lost it months earlier. I carried the red plastic key that launched it with me. Even with every thing cleaned out, I never found it.
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