Tag: nostalgia.

I used to think hiding behind the couch that was on the border between my grandma’s kitchen and living room was a good hiding place. I laid there and made up stories about people being sick. I called it “(my name)’s sicky stories”. I did that at night too almost always. I remember sitting in the bathroom at one of my dad’s apartments with a candle and singing nonsense. On that note too I used to go to this family camp with my brother and my mom and we were having this circle thing that I don’t really remember well and I was singing to tell people to get into the circle. I remember playing with this planetarium thing that my dad got me. I remember sitting on a chair I found on the side of the road in what must’ve been a horrifically uncomfortable position because I didn’t want to read Harry Potter (I eventually got over that but I think I’m back to that now) and my feet fell really asleep. I remember when Harry “died” being really upset by it. I remember my brother used to take really long showers and one time I decided I was going to hide under a blanket until he got out but it got too hot and I couldn’t do it. I remember trying to use this pogo stick. I remember going to “roller coaster park” (it’s a dirt bike park) with my dad and brother to bike around. I remember biking to “red park” with my mom. I remember playing with mud with this one kid from my dad’s old apartment. I remember making a friend with someone at a summer camp at my preschool (I was in elementary school at the time) and for whatever reason after like 20 minutes of talking this kid wanted me to be BFFs with her and eventually I stopped liking her. I went to a summer camp where we went on field trips every day and we rode the city bus and there’s a specific announcement that the bus made that I remember really liking. There was also a park called “purple park”. I had these bath dinosaur toys at my dad’s that I liked. My brother had these stuffed dinosaur toys and I was really jealous of him.