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I've been feeling overwhelmed lately. Too many changes going on in my life. There is my brother getting married, trying to rent out my old apartment and my landlord being a dick, my grandmother is sick and could die at any moment. The two big ones for me right now is the apartment and my grandmothers current state.
Growing up as a kid every Sunday morning I didn't go to church, I went to the flea market. The flea market was located in an old drive-in over by 74th St and Kedzie. My parents would pile us all in the Chevy Suburban the used to own and my grandmother would always come with us. She would give me and my brothers money to spend at the flea market. Those were such great times now when I look back on it. Over time as my grandmother got older she didn't walk down as may aisle as she used to, so by the end of the day she'd end up near the consession stands. I'd bring over my latest find and show her what I bought with the money she gave me. I was very particular about what I bought. I always held on to my money till I found the perfect item. The drive-in flea market isn't around anymore, but I'll never forget those days.
Growing up as a kid every Sunday morning I didn't go to church, I went to the flea market. The flea market was located in an old drive-in over by 74th St and Kedzie. My parents would pile us all in the Chevy Suburban the used to own and my grandmother would always come with us. She would give me and my brothers money to spend at the flea market. Those were such great times now when I look back on it. Over time as my grandmother got older she didn't walk down as may aisle as she used to, so by the end of the day she'd end up near the consession stands. I'd bring over my latest find and show her what I bought with the money she gave me. I was very particular about what I bought. I always held on to my money till I found the perfect item. The drive-in flea market isn't around anymore, but I'll never forget those days.