Sometimes we'd split up for the day, The three hippies and I. This day Pete and I were sitting in Clint's old VW van. I always kept everything with me then; Pete saw the tassle on the frame of my pack.
"What is that?"
"It's my graduation tassle. From high school."
"Gimme that." I handed Pete the tassle and he held it up and said,
"Get rid of this. You don't need to hang on to it any more. You are going to have so many adventures that over the years you'll forget all about those times." Pete reached up and hung the tassle from a small hook on the side of the van window. If the van still exists then it's probably still there today.
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