In my mind, the t-shirts of my childhood were always striped, and in nice "boy colors" like dark blue and light blue.
Today at my supermarket on a sales table I found a stack of striped t-shirts and I threw caution and budget to the winds and purchased one.
I look at it and I am reminded of the little guy I used to be with freckles on the nose and scabby knees. No t-shirt is going to turn me into him, but it will give me bittersweet memories, and that is worth the price of the shirt.
Besides, today I also got the visa that makes me a legal resident for another year, so that is worth celebrating too.
A striped and much loved t-shirt.