

The VanI was four years old.The Van
The van - not the minivans you see today, a big silver Ford van with just two small circular black windows on the rear sides - tore backwards out of the driveway. Turned toward the main road, stopped. Roared forward and disappeared beyond the bushes. Gone.
That big damn van. It had plush red interior. Like a velvet cake. It was a child of the 70s. Hideous and huge.
I hate that van, the memory of it.
It took you away.
You took it away.
I was little; I had to stand on tip-toe to see it happen.
To keep my balance, my chubby fac
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My Biceps make you die
I must say I'm flattered that you think that.
Thanks much. You've inspired me to try drawing once again.
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