A knight in shining armor
When I turned 18, I went to work in a local factory. My first real paycheck was $127 and some change. After I paid my 1/3 of the rent and put a few dollars back for food and gas, I had a little more than $50 left over. I can tell you exactly what I purchased. I can tell you because HE is standing in the corner looking back at me.
HE is Enrique; a 5 ft tall suit of armor. I haggled the guy down to $45 and loaded him into the back of my 1980 mustang. I proudly displayed him, standing at the foot of my bed. Sometimes when my roommates got too noisy, I would reach out with my foot and send him crashing to the floor. This was a clear sign that I thought it was too early and I was not ready to be awakened.
He has been decorated at Christmas with lights and Santa hats. He has stood guard in dining rooms, bedrooms and bathrooms. Through all my relationships, roommates and moves, Enrique has stuck with me. I once commented to a friend that I knew I would have to abandon him one day. "What responsible adult has a suit of armor in her house?" She was shocked. "When do you plan on becoming a responsible adult?"
I have become a responsible adult, but I still display Enrique in our little office. He is a wonderful reminder of youthful impulsiveness. He stands rigid, ever at attention, reminding me to loosen up.
What??? No picture???
Posted by:Wendy | May 14, 2008 at 11:37 AM
I agree! I want to see a picture too!
Posted by:Trisha Robertson | May 14, 2008 at 11:48 AM
I will gladly share a picture of one of my oldest friends. I'll post it tonight. Thanks for asking. =)
Posted by:Traci | May 14, 2008 at 11:52 AM
glad others that came before me got their request :)
that's just too cool
Posted by:stephanie | May 14, 2008 at 07:10 PM
yet another reason Traci is AMAZING!
Posted by:Angela | May 15, 2008 at 10:28 AM