#childhood memory

[whatsupbeanie]

When I was a kid, there were these old pipes that went nowhere sticking out of the ground near our house. I was convinced these were entrances to the houses of little magical creatures that lived underground. I often send them little "gifts" like dandelions for their salads.

[w3bkinz-t0yb0x]

misc lps items

[floating-ocean]

You will be missed, legend. 🥺

[wordedarchive]

escapril day 06 + 07: a childhood memory, portrait

[ there's a portrait of me hanging in my grandpa's office. pointy chin, bob cut and supporting her baby brother. a childhood memory forever preserved. care shines bright in her eyes. dreams resting unbothered. she looks lovely. every parent's dream baby. gazing at her feels unreal. she is too innocent. the lights gets turned off. tragic how wishes never end up rightly proven. ]

[rodtorqueredlinefangirl]

Only Italian late 90s/early 2000s kids will understand this meme 😆

[starlonga]

[vacant2007]

[goobersplat]

what is your favorite nostalgic smell?

Oh man, one that came to mind was my strawberry shortcake VHS tape. It was strawberry scented, and artificial strawberry is very nostalgic to me now lol.

Another was my Soda Pop Pets. I didn’t have this specific set (only the lamb) but the grape scented badger…man…I loved that one. I still have her somewhere.

[tjandersonart]

reaction time

[bruneburg]

a little sketch based on the childhood memory of getting a ride in grandpa’s wheelbarrow. I later showed the picture to him and it made him smile.

[theworstcreature]

Those old scented build-a-bears smell better than literally every air freshener

[whatsupbeanie]

Mirrors are scary :(

[w3bkinz-t0yb0x]

weekend trips to blockbuster, trading in old games at gamestop, mcdonald's play place, hearing the icecream truck on a summer day, lemonade stands with friends and siblings, carpooling to school, the monster mash from friendly's, jumping in puddles on a rainy day, family camping trips, sparklers at night, pillow forts at a sleepover, cereal box prizes, playing mermaids at the pool, flash games on the family computer, heads up 7 up at school, wishing on coins, money from the tooth fairy, making cookies with mom

[floating-ocean]

Still sad over Akira Toriyama passing away

[selenepluto]

Miss those days when sleeping was sort of a punishment.

[weepingfoxfury]

'Who's that I see walkin' in these woods? Why, it's little red riding hood' sings Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs ... the man on the radio talks to his Friday chef guest about lamb chop recipes ... the traffic lady tells everyone about the latest collisions and gridlock, then muses with the man on the radio that even though there's no letter 'v' in the Irish language you can use the word 'van' ... Mr Morrison will be pleased.

Two days in the shiny metropolis, two more books ... the shelves are grumbling once more. 'The Picador Book of 40 - 40 writers inspired by a number' and 'The Reader on the 6.27' by Jean-Paul Didierlaurent.

I still have my childhood books. They're spread far and wide between all the other literary delights that jostle for attention. Tales of Little Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel. My mother would read such things to me before leaving me to sleep.

Not that I slept. Not straight away. Me and my imagination couldn't just leave the characters mid sentence. Couldn't just let them dangle with nothing to do. Story would merge with story, characters would join forces, the 'bad guys' would either be vanquished collectively or fight alongside the 'good guys' against a newly thought up threat. Their world opened up beneath my duvet, my cosy torch lit tent. Until ........ the fast racing fairytale train that held my thoughts would come to a resounding halt as my mother's voice would call from the doorway telling me to 'turn the torch off' and 'go to sleep!'

Even in the dark all those wonderful characters would still be calling. Echoes in the woods, witches circling, wolves helping to carry baskets. Never enough breadcrumbs, never enough time, never able to keep my eyelids from closing in the end.

The man on the radio puts on the next track ... 'Stars in your eyes, little one ... Where do you go to dream ... To a place we all know ... the land of make believe' ...