Saturday, May 8, 2010
Monday, November 9, 2009
Old Cheyenne Memory: Gas Station
Praise the Lord for Google Maps Street View. Without it I would never be able to see this again.
This is the gas station that appears in my dreams several times:
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As always, this place shows up with alterations. Sometimes there would be a larger convenience store at the station. Sometimes there would be a second convenience store. Sometimes the gas station would have changed logos and would appear blue. There was even one time that it was close to a Shell and gas became extremely high. As you can see, though, none of these are the case.
It seems odd how such a trivial location would pop up frequently. However, odd enough as it sounds, this gas station is a major part of my memories. I used to come here during the summers and drink slushies. I also would get a large pop, sunflower seeds and other snacks any time of year. I also would come riding down this hill on my bike or roller blades extremely fast. I visited frequently, but not enough for the clerk to know my name. I miss those days, and if I go back, this is going to be one of the places I must visit for old time's sake.
This is the gas station that appears in my dreams several times:
View Larger Map
As always, this place shows up with alterations. Sometimes there would be a larger convenience store at the station. Sometimes there would be a second convenience store. Sometimes the gas station would have changed logos and would appear blue. There was even one time that it was close to a Shell and gas became extremely high. As you can see, though, none of these are the case.
It seems odd how such a trivial location would pop up frequently. However, odd enough as it sounds, this gas station is a major part of my memories. I used to come here during the summers and drink slushies. I also would get a large pop, sunflower seeds and other snacks any time of year. I also would come riding down this hill on my bike or roller blades extremely fast. I visited frequently, but not enough for the clerk to know my name. I miss those days, and if I go back, this is going to be one of the places I must visit for old time's sake.
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