the past.

For the first time in my life I miss my past. Having moved a couple times when I was little, I always just erased my past, acted as if it didn't matter, while holding it all secretly near and dear to me.


This realization was sparked by me surfing the DVR the other morning and coming across the show "Gullah Gullah Island"

Well I always watched this show around the ages of 10-12 (I was a late bloomer) Anyways, I remember one time singing the theme song to this show at the TOP OF MY LUNGS with my brother on a ferris-wheel while my dad watched down below cracking up at his ridiculous children. and for the first time in a long time, I ached for those times to be real again.