I remember that day in the parking lot. I was one of those friends. I was there.
We were skipping and jumping and singing. “I’ve got that joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart. Where? Down in my heart.” Flying is an apt description. Elation would be another good one.
I don’t exactly know how I stumbled across your Substack. I sorta kinda recognized a name, yours, that I maybe remembered. Didn’t know your middle name was Star. Very cool of your folks that one.
But I’ll never forget that first communion. It was one of the best days of my life. It was such a high. I wonder if I haven’t been chasing that dragon spiritually ever since.
Regardless, you’re a wonderful writer. And thank you for the trip down memory lane.
I’m amazed you’ve stumbled across my Substack, that I wrote about a moment we shared when we were 6 years old and that you remember! Incredible. Thank you for commenting. I love knowing that we share that memory as one of the best days ever. It truly was. Totally pure. ❤️
I remember that day in the parking lot. I was one of those friends. I was there.
We were skipping and jumping and singing. “I’ve got that joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart. Where? Down in my heart.” Flying is an apt description. Elation would be another good one.
I don’t exactly know how I stumbled across your Substack. I sorta kinda recognized a name, yours, that I maybe remembered. Didn’t know your middle name was Star. Very cool of your folks that one.
But I’ll never forget that first communion. It was one of the best days of my life. It was such a high. I wonder if I haven’t been chasing that dragon spiritually ever since.
Regardless, you’re a wonderful writer. And thank you for the trip down memory lane.
I’m amazed you’ve stumbled across my Substack, that I wrote about a moment we shared when we were 6 years old and that you remember! Incredible. Thank you for commenting. I love knowing that we share that memory as one of the best days ever. It truly was. Totally pure. ❤️