something short of perfect
The family went to cosi today. It was intense. I didn't like it as much as the older location. I remember it a lot better, everything was better. This was the dumbed down version.
I mean. It was still amazing.
But over-priced and over-hyped for sure.
My mom started telling me stories from when I was younger. Mostly because I asked her if I was a light sleeper when I was younger. She went into detail, "JESUS, i was afraid for the moment you awoke, you were unstoppable when you woke up, you needed a whole row of things to do as soon as you woke up. Always on the move, such high energy. You hated sleeping so much you actually fell over, asleep, while walking to your toys but you insisted you weren't tired and you wanted to play more." I remember having an overactive imagination.
She said I hated wearing clothes. She couldn't get me to ever wear them, even when she dressed me. eventually i'd shed them all off. eventually we compromised on a skirt, no shirt. then i started wearing dresses. how i loved dresses. which i clearly remember. until 4th grade i was almost always in a dress. She told me about the day when I came home from school in a new pair of clothes. Not wearing the dress I left in. Apparently I got bullied and attacked by a bunch of boys at my school and they tore off my dress. the office gave me a pair of clothes from lost in found. she said i never wore dresses after that.
Which I had no memeory of any of that. Although, I have a really good memory for that kind of thing. Crazy.
I always forget how much everyone still carries from their childhood. I still don't like wearing dresses.
Everything here, it's been bringing up so many memories from twelve and under. I laid awake for hours last night remembering. It was nice.
I mean. It was still amazing.
But over-priced and over-hyped for sure.
My mom started telling me stories from when I was younger. Mostly because I asked her if I was a light sleeper when I was younger. She went into detail, "JESUS, i was afraid for the moment you awoke, you were unstoppable when you woke up, you needed a whole row of things to do as soon as you woke up. Always on the move, such high energy. You hated sleeping so much you actually fell over, asleep, while walking to your toys but you insisted you weren't tired and you wanted to play more." I remember having an overactive imagination.
She said I hated wearing clothes. She couldn't get me to ever wear them, even when she dressed me. eventually i'd shed them all off. eventually we compromised on a skirt, no shirt. then i started wearing dresses. how i loved dresses. which i clearly remember. until 4th grade i was almost always in a dress. She told me about the day when I came home from school in a new pair of clothes. Not wearing the dress I left in. Apparently I got bullied and attacked by a bunch of boys at my school and they tore off my dress. the office gave me a pair of clothes from lost in found. she said i never wore dresses after that.
Which I had no memeory of any of that. Although, I have a really good memory for that kind of thing. Crazy.
I always forget how much everyone still carries from their childhood. I still don't like wearing dresses.
Everything here, it's been bringing up so many memories from twelve and under. I laid awake for hours last night remembering. It was nice.