Old Sam enjoyed the sun on his back. He let his mind wander free as he rested on the old picnic table, remembering. So many good memories.
In his mind, the air filled with screams of delight and happy fear. Carnival music, the smell of hot dogs and fries, the clatter of machinery, the booming starter’s gun all blended together in a mighty orchestra of reprieve from the drudgery that was the norm for so many.
He sighed. The park had outlived its glory days, just as he had. Creaky old things were not in high demand.
Just Writing! 
I liked his happiness compared to many stories, including mine
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Thanks, Neil. We have more than enough “sad” surrounding us these days.
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Well, I for one think creaky old things are very undervalued! At least he has his memories.
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Since I AM a creaky old thing, I agree with you 🙂
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Dear Linda,
Creaky old things…this story is very touching.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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May creaky old things make a comeback, perhaps the vaccine is rejuvenate me and
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Yes, I agree. A comeback would be a wonderful thing 🙂
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I feel bad for him, but I’m glad he goes to a place where he can feel alive again.
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Exactly. Thanks 🙂
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A very touching story.
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Thanks. Sascha 🙂
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Very poignant, Linda.
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Thank you.
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Creaky old things hide value and wisdom. At least he finds happiness in memories. Lovely story, Linda.
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Yes, you are right. Lots of value and wisdom in creaky old things 🙂
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Somewhere to go to remember the good times. I reckon there’s life in him yet, though!
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I think so. Thanks 🙂
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Well, this creaky ‘ole thing ain’t giving up yet and I hope he doesn’t either! Nice one Linda.
My story!
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Oh yes. In our days we went out to have fun, Now it seems sitting infant of a computer screen playing some battle game is all the rage. Yes the fair is real fun, provided you keep of the white knuckle rides – in my case.
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Me too, James.
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like they say, after all is said and done, nothing will be left but memories.
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I felt sad for Sam. I hope he looks for ways to fill his older days with things that are bring him joy and are fulfilling. Nice slice of life, Linda!
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Thanks, Brenda. Sam will be fine, having a positive outlook and cherishing his memories.
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What a vivid flashback. I’d hate to. lose my memory.
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The creaky old things on the outside represent, by the very fact they’re so outwardly creaky, the fact that the past can’t be brought back in any real here.and.now sense. If it could, though, it would lose its specialness anyway
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You’re right about that. Part of the reason it’s so important to build memories while we can.
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It’s too bad. There’s a lot to be learned from creaky old things.
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Indeed 🙂
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I like your use of the senses here. The sights, smells, and sounds of the carnival are like no other.
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True. Unique and memorable.
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It’s nice to take a moment and relive old memories. This was lovely and poignant, Linda.
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Thank you, Dale.
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