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Mom,

As Johnny and I were driving up to Phoenix the other day, I found myself thinking of the time you tackled me on the front lawn. I couldn't help but laugh to myself just thinking about it.

You had just bought your first new car in ages. It was a shiny black Ford Taurus with all the bells and whistles for a car of the mid 90's. I was driving another hand me down car on the verge of explosion and I just wanted to test drive it.

I know you'd said no. You'd even hid your keys. You could have used better hiding spots because I found those keys. I marched across the living room and out the front door. Unkowning of the angry mother in a Winne the Pooh nightgown chasing after me. I've never seen you move so quick. Expect maybe when fighting other mothers for Cabbage Patch dolls for their spoiled daughters. Though I've only heard of your speed in agility on black Fridays while shopping for a deal. I had never actually witnessed it until that day. As I was walking to the car a blur of brown hair and purple nightgown leaped a small decrotive fence, dove towards my ankles and tackled me straight to the ground.

Through my tears of laughter (and slight embarassed by the fact the I was just tackled by my Winnie the Pooh nightgown wearing mother) I looked and saw you laughing with me. It was rather amusing. But I never tried to steal that car again!

I guess I shouldn't wonder why our neighbors called us strange.

You sure loved that car. You drove it for almost 200,000 miles and I have a sinking suspicion, had you not died so suddedly, you'd still be cruising in your black Taurus. (Possibly while doing your hair and makeup in the rearview mirror while driving to work.)

xxxooo
Julie

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