My Rocking Chair

My chair has many memories to it. There is a small chip in it from when I re-chipped my tooth in it. It is a faded white for how long I have had it. It is my favorite type of chair, a rocking chair, of course made of wood. Other people have the nice leather chairs, but not my family and me. I love the rocking chair; it is where I rock between my life with what is to do first, and what is next, and what I still have to come.  The legs squeak because it has been handed down from my great grandparents to me. It is what I have left to remember of my long gone great grandparents. It has one of those lame throwaway pillows placed on it with some dry humor written on it. It reads “Dear God, if you can’t make me skinny, please make all of my friends fat”. It is the chair that I sit in when I need want to relax. It is the chair I sit in when I’m stressed. It is my everything chair.