I Remember

I remember my dad setting up a train set in my bedroom around Christmas. The trains were decent quality and even though we only had a board with a track on it, I still loved to play with it.

I remember having hermit crabs for pets and thinking they were the coolest thing ever.

I remember going to the middle school for swim lessons and being fascinated by the cinderblock walls in the school’s hallways. Each cinderblock had been painted by a student who had graduated from the middle school. Each block reflected the personality or interests of the person who painted it. It was too distracting not to stop and walk slowly down the hall, examining each brick.