Post #20 3rd O-O

Thinking back to my high school memories, I can always remember some pretty amazing times with my friends. But when I really start to think about it, a large majority of those memories happened while we were all sitting on my giant, amazing couch. This couch, originally purchased sometime in the seventies, back in the day when so one had style, triumphs me in age by a long shot. The shape of the couch is very original and I have never again seen the same style, although the big couch idea is coming back in style. The shape replicates one half of a stop sign, or an octagon and separates into four different sections that you can arrange in whatever way you desire. Originally, this couch was a light tan color with darker brown stripes traveling through the cushions and pillows. Each of the pillows is outlined in a long brown fray that just screams seventies style. Because of its interesting shape and mammoth size, my couch is easily able to hold eight or nine teenagers at a time with no problem.

Now that description helps you imagine what this couch looked like in its prime. Thirty years later, the couch hasn’t moved from my living room but has altered in appearance. The once light tan color of the couch has now slowly turned to a dark dingy brownish-gray from the dirt accumulating over the years. The fray on the pillows has slowly started to rip away and separate itself. Each side of the couch has many different sets of stitching from different children of the house trying to sow the pieces back together to stop our mother from threatening to just throw it out one day while we are at school. It’s true, this couch has seen better days, but it also has seen an amazing amount of memories as well.

My house was always the place for all of my friends to hang out and whenever we walked through my door, the first place we always headed for was the couch. We could sit on that couch for hours just talking and playing video games until we found something more productive to do. This couch was so famous around my school that my senior class came to my house and picked up the couch just so that we could put it on the senior float for the homecoming parade. Not too surprisingly, the couch held almost 20 kids that day. When another one of my friends came to my house and found that his beloved couch was missing, he created a tape out-line of the couch like a body was found dead there. For the rest of the day that the couch was on the float, that friend of mine was in denial and pretended that the tape outlines were just like the real couch.

There will never be another couch that can replace my couch in my heart. No matter how much my mother rants about how much she hates that couch, she’ll never be able to throw it away because she knows how important that couch was to each of my siblings childhood.