I am super nostalgic and really attached to things and memories from my childhood.
Like the furniture that used to be in my room at our old house. And the wallpaper from the old bathroom there. It was purple paisley shapes that looked like penguins to me. Aunt Julie's old house in Wisconsin. Steve from Blue's Clues.
The little playground in our old neighborhood and the green fences there. For some reason, whenever I used to see those fences, I felt intensely comforted.
There was an oval-shaped scratch on a very scratched-up table and I loved that oval shape. I used to trace it with my finger.
The antenna on an old building that we used to drive by all the time. There's so much stuff that stuck in my memory for some reason, and I'll never forget these things.
It's kind of sad that all these things are slowly but surely being replaced or changed. The antenna was taken off when the old building was renovated. The table was given away. The fence was replaced with a different one. Steve was replaced by that new guy. I don't even know if they make that show any more.
I still won't let my mom get rid of my old toys, like my play kitchen. I love it too much. It has squishy buttons. And my collection of beanie baby birds. My rusty old xylophone.
I still have these memories and many more like them in my mind as vividly as if they happened last week. Sometimes I sit around and think about them. But then it makes me sad because I'll never see most of them again.