Another story from me...a little thing...
Summer of 83 or 84. My older brother and me used to get up in the morning and walk to a friends place to make model cars. We would walk through a field, some woods, a gravel pit and go to the upstairs part of this kids huge barn. The kid had a boom box and my brother would bring a cassette of VH II and we would listen to both sides and build cars all morning. I remember the feel and the smell of the plywood floors. I remember how the upstairs of the barn would get really hot in the early afternoon, and that's when we knew it was time to go.
I can't listen to VH II without being taken back in time to that barn, with my brother and that kid on those endless summer days.
Summer of 83 or 84. My older brother and me used to get up in the morning and walk to a friends place to make model cars. We would walk through a field, some woods, a gravel pit and go to the upstairs part of this kids huge barn. The kid had a boom box and my brother would bring a cassette of VH II and we would listen to both sides and build cars all morning. I remember the feel and the smell of the plywood floors. I remember how the upstairs of the barn would get really hot in the early afternoon, and that's when we knew it was time to go.
I can't listen to VH II without being taken back in time to that barn, with my brother and that kid on those endless summer days.
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