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A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Artist: The Smiths Song: Ask [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] As someone who lives in the past, I have tons of things that instantly bring me back to childhood or even back to specific memories. Don't worry, I won't ramble about all the things. Just a few. Video rental stores. You know, like, Blockbuster? If I see an out-of-business video rental store or one that has clearly been transformed into a coffee shop or whatever, I instantly think about being a kid and renting movies for the weekend. We would rent movies pretty much every week. There was something totally magical about judging a movie by its cover and having to commit to watching it without hearing any critic or viewer opinions. Now I talk myself out of watching movies because I look up the ratings and think it'll probably suck. As a kid though, I discovered so many movies just by looking at the cover, reading a brief summary, shrugging, and renting it from the movie store. You would always finish the movie too because you paid to rent it. It's not like picking something randomly off Netflix and then turning it off 20 minutes in because it's stupid. Vanilla. Smelling vanilla in any capacity reminds me of my childhood for a couple reasons. One, it reminds me of girls I hung out with wearing vanilla perfume. I actually wrote an entry about this like many, many years ago. But I get kind of homesick when I smell vanilla now because it reminds me of hanging out with my friends. I also have an extremely vivid memory of my grandmother standing in the kitchen of her house when I was a kid. She was baking something and she almost forgot the vanilla from one of the top cabinets. When she opened it up, the smell just kind of filled the kitchen. I love the smell of vanilla and the connections I have to it. Fields of any kind. If I see a photo or artwork featuring a field, I instantly think of where I grew up. If I'm traveling through a rural area and see a field, my reaction can be anything from homesickness to panic. No idea why. There were just a lot of fields where I was raised so it's an insta-transport for me. Wax candy bottles. These things Thunder. I used to be terrified of thunderstorms during childhood. I have no idea why. It's weird because I love them so much now. As a kid though, I would actually watch the weather, which is absurd for a child because the news is the most boring thing ever when you're 7 or 8 years old. But I'd watch just to see if it was going to storm so I could make sure to be anxious about it because I was that kid. Now when I see dark skies and hear thunder rolling in the distance, it kind of makes me smile because I was so terrified of something that turned out to not be scary at all. It makes me wonder what things I'm scared of now that aren't deserving of my fear. If it's not love, Then it's the bomb, Then it's the bomb that will bring us together |