R.I.P. Teddy P.

There are certain things about your childhood you will always remember. For me, one of those things is this song:



As I listen to it now, there is a memory of me sitting in the back seat of our car looking out the window at the nighttime landscape passing by and hearing this song. Fogging up the window with my breath and drawing random shapes or writing things I shouldn't be writing, but I can easily erase it with a wipe of my fingers.

Goodbye Teddy.