I Remember – #166

I remember the pouchy bosoms, soft and flabby breasts and stomach of my father and his friend as they sat around the outside table having lunch.  That will never be me, I say to myself.  Of course it will, because it’s only age.  But it hasn’t yet, which is nice.

-6 March 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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