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Fuzzy, warm memories bubble in my mind.
They fizzle in my throat; I choke on them.
Those memories of kind sunny days, kids running and laughing and arguing the way kids do.
Memories of creating games from dumb ideas.
Launching ourselves down the stairs on bean bags.
Giggling as we fell off.
Pure and natural joy.
Joy that gets muddled and washed away as years pass, as people- as I grew jaded.
Love that felt to be fleeting for so long.
Happiness that has been restored, like a seed sprouting from the soil of my childlike mind.
The nostalgic feeling of being content returning the breath to my lungs. I can breathe again.
How easy it is to take these emotions for granted. To cast them aside.
Giggling with those I surround myself with, making a thousand more dumb decisions.
Decisions that bring warmth to my mind, easing my tired spirit.
How wonderful it is to be a child.
To allow yourself to change and grow, to fall down and get back up.
Even if only for a few months more, I wish to reclaim the years I have denied myself this experience. Oh, to love myself for the clumsy, stupid, caring, mopey person I am.
Sincerely,
The overdramatic, annoying kid from your childhood.