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the images. it's been a long time since i've thought about my younger days. i miss the carpet under my feet. i miss the living jungle growing in my backyard, complete with literally 16 flea infested cats. i miss turning every which way to see a cobweb up in my face and the faded remains of my art work that my dad tried to erase off our yellowing white walls. remember summer makeovers? and casper? haha, casper. you're a pal. freaking dial-up internet. this was where i learned how to bike, knit, talk under the covers late at night, make canh chua from scratch. then theres the little picnic area on the staircase (below) where i hit navdeep because i was mad. immature brat. but innocent. i feel like a hag