Flashback

As I sit in my bean bag chair and reflect on my past, I must say I am content with the bean bag related decisions I have made. Are there regrets? Sure. But life is filled with choices we've made that we can't take back. That is what makes life so diverse and exciting. I remember when I was just a boy and my dad gave me my first bean bag chair. I cried like a baby because I wanted a purple one, but he got me a red one instead. I was selfish. I didn't realize we were poor and my dad had made the bean bag chair himself. He worked in the fields to grow corn kernals that were used for filler. He hand-wove the exterior fabric he made from Q-tip cotton and strands of his own hair. It was sewn together with dental floss and weighed 340 pounds. It was made with kindness and double-stitched with love.

I wish I still had "Ol' Corny." But that bean bag chair expoded when I left it outside one hot summer day. But you know what, the memory of that chair will live on forever.