Ah, mother’s day. A day when adults scramble to get their mom some flowers and kids spray glue and glitter onto some paper to show their love.
Cynical? Well yeah, but I haven’t had a mom in over ten years. I do give gifts, usually charitable donations, in the name of my sister, who is also my god mother and had a hand in my upbringing.
But I think today I will reminisce about some of the crazier moments of my child hood, cause yesterday I found myself thinking of the yearly drive to New Balance, so I’ll start there.
In scenic Allston, part of the greater Boston area, is the New Balance outlet store. A place where you can find just about any size for less than retail, so if you’re a poor family whose kids have freakishly giant feet, its the place to go. This pilgrimage typically took place in summer, before school started, and it was always a big tadoo. My father invariably got lost, it was hot and our POS cars were often prone to dying in the heat.
One year I remember being crammed in the back of a two door with my brother and sister while my parents fought in the front. My parents never bickered, it was always knock down drag out fights. At one point, my mom started freaking out, declaring that the car was going to explode! I immediately figured that I could get out of the car easily should this become an issue. Its all about planning people.