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There is quite a bit of old time junk that is left in the woods behind my house that I have not yet parted with. You could turn it into a country music song, or call me a redneck, but I don't care. Don't misunderstand me by thinking that my yard is a mess, or full of junk though. Some people, well most everyone has some thing that they just can't seem to part with. Here are my three 'things' that have not parted with me yet.

An old charcol grill. Even as it's final stage of cancer rots it away, there has been alot of food made on it and alot of happy memories in turn came out of it. Me and my wife cooked some of our first meals on it as a new couple when we first started seeing each other, and fed our kids from it too. There was alot of summer meals whipped up on that old thing, and even some chilly fall use too. We have since upgraded to a gas grill that has a side burner and it works great though...so there it sits in the backyard. And whenever I look at it the memories flood back.

A 'mound' of demolition and construction debris. We bought this house about 4 years ago, a two storied raised ranch on two acres. Nice home ( a fixer upper ) that needed some work. We have completely remodeled the kitchen, downstairs full bathroom, dining room, and master bedroom. Man that was alot of work, but well worth it. We have turned a house into a home. Now we have a pile of debris in the far corner of our land. Burn it? Probally yeah. Every now and then, I scan thru it and remember what it once looked like. One day i'll probally create a playhouse for the kids to play in and keep all thier toys in, but for now it will remain. And whenever I look at it the memories flood back.

A 1991 Nissan NX. That was the first car that I bought after I left home for the Army. That car got 8 years of great use. It has driven from Nashville to Orlando and now to here in Maine. It was the daily driver that took me and the wife to work, kids to school, took it to vacation , and everywhere in between. The kids grew up knowing that was the family's automobile. Now the transission is junk, and it's honestly not worth fixing up. So there it sits. The kids love playing in it still. And whenever I look at it the memories flood back.

One day I'll probally get tired of looking at the 'rubbish' and get rid of it all, but it can't part with me yet. It's not ready yet. The time does not seem right. After all who would want that old stuff? Where could I dispose of it at? Deep down I know the answers to these questions, but I won't admit it.