My wall of fives keeps growing as I receive more from John, friends and readers.
Maybe it is because there were five of us when I was growing up: mom, dad, two older brothers and me.
Maybe it is because my own little family also consisted of five: mom, dad, two older sons and a daughter.
Maybe it is because the first bottle of perfume I ever was given by a boy was Chanel No.5. I appreciated the gesture but really disliked the scent. I must not have liked the boy much either because I can't even remember his last name.
Maybe it is because five is not al straight and severe like 4 or all round like 6. Five combines both characteristics.
Maybe it is because at an impressionable age, Interstate 5 in CA was built to connect San Diego to the state of Washington. I thought it was hilarious that there were hundreds of miles without any stops, gas stations or rest stops for the motorists. It almost caused another gold rush as the gas stations and fast food stops competed to get that business.
Maybe it is because it represents the five tastes: sweet, salty, sour, savory and bitter.
Maybe it is because my high school yearbook counselor, Mr. Quider and his wife had their fifth child and named him Quintin Quincy Quider. He told us the names all referred to the number 5.
Maybe it is because I like the phrase "take five".
What do you collect?
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