Here is my backpack. I'd say this bag is about 10 years old if not older. It looks it too, this thing is so torn up it is crazy.
In the past I have tried getting rid of this backpack but I simply can't. Recently I tried getting rid of it for a smaller bag and I ended up getting in a motorcycle accident which tore it to shreds. So I was back to this one, and recently I have realized how dumb I was for trying to get rid of it.
For one thing this bag has been to the other side of the world with me... twice. It has seen many countries and been put through a lot. Yet still this thing just keeps going. I have had to sew it quite a few times but I think it gives it character. Mind you, I am not very good at sewing, I just do a good enough job to fix my crap.
So you might be wondering why I go through the trouble. Well, as I said before, I did try to get rid of it plenty of times in the past 10 or so years but it keeps finding it's way back into my life like a stalking ex girlfriend.
But beyond that it really has sentimental value.
I got this bag from my Mom when I was a freshman or something. I remember wanting this bag so bad. I was really into skateboarding at the time (still am just too lazy to get back on a board) and besides this being from a skate brand I liked, it was also built with skateboards in mind. Every time I went to the mall I would go and just drool over this in the skateshop.
But of course this was way overpriced and besides that our family was going through a pretty big rough patch around that time. I knew all I could ever do was drool over it. I never really asked for it I just fantasized about it. However, my Mom being who she is, she picked up on it and one school supply trip, she got it for me. I couldn't believe it, I was amazed because I knew then, and really know now, that I didn't quite deserve it and besides that we really couldn't afford it.
Looking back now it was such a dumb thing to want. I could have done with any old back pack, but this is the one I had my eyes on, and this is the one my Mom got me. Little things like that leave an impact much bigger than what the item really is.
So anyways, I guess now I can say I didn't let my Mom's hard earned money go to waste. This bag has seen everything I have really. I will eventually have other bags, but this one I plan to keep until it simply disintegrates.
I don't know... I was just sewing it for the 4th time and thinking about how I got this bag and what it meant to me. Still means to me. Not really the bag itself, but the experience surrounding it.
I actually enjoy sewing it now. I sew it with different colored thread to show off it's battle scars!
Okay that's it.