I miss
being 10 years old and roller skating. In fact, I just miss being 10. When people wish they could go back in time and become 16 or 21 again, I don't get it. I wish I were 10 again. I miss going with my youth group to these group events like skiing and weekend retreats. I miss playing suicide on the wall of my old house. I miss my old house, as creepy as it was. I miss Upper Darby and walking through naylors Run to get to my high school. I miss the little dance I used to do with my sister in the mirror. I miss sitting in my parent's kitchen, with my two friends, "rapping" and making bead necklaces.
Warm weather makes me feel romantic or nostalgic. I go into this weird "alone" kind of pleasure, and every single memory feels so important.
posted by sabbeth @ 7:47 AM
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I loved that old house. God, there was something magical about it. I miss the attic. I miss watching movies in the the little side porch TV room. I miss the dimly lit kitchen. The red downstairs bathroom. Aud's room with the Man Ray eyelash poster. I wish neither of our parents had sold their houses. I wish we could go back to these spaces. I resent that they're gone. I miss you. I miss being 20 with you and reading the Little Engine That Could aloud while marching around campus (was there also a boom box involved?). That was pretty awesome too.
I remember suicide. That was fine. We used to play it on my neighbor's brick wall.
"I miss going with my youth group to these group events like skiing and weekend retreats."
With what youth group were you involved?
We were involved in a youth group called Pax Deo. It was a Christian youth group at my church, and we always went on trips to fun places...
(elisabeth)
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