It's not everyday a girl can celebrate not being able to fit into a shirt. This particular shirt was the first memory of an old boy friend. The night we had first met, at an outdoor Earthday concert. I was a freshmen and didn't know anyone, so I picked out a nice looking group of people to sit down with. There he was, complementing that brown tank top with owls on it that I never wore. It took me by surprise, this long haired hippie boy noticing my shirt. The concert was great and we danced in the fountain on campus.
I will probably never forget the night we met, but knowing that I have grown out of that shirt and moved on is a great comfort to my psyche. The shirt is now resting in a thrift store somewhere waiting for another girl to buy it and meet another boy.