I miss one thing, and one thing only: How bright and vibrant the colors used to be. Is it me, or does the saturation of everything just sort of stagnate as you age?
The sky seems more and more cyan, for one thing. I recall a time when it actually looked blue, but then again, most of my childhood was spent in an area that wasn't labelled with the second-worst air quality in the nation. For me, I'm nostalgic for all the pretty colors of life. I couldn't afford mass media products like Video Games and movies, and I still own my toys - At this point, I'm more of a chronologically backwards individual, since a lot of the things I play are really old. Perhaps I'm compensating for a horrible childhood.
And that's really what my childhood was - horrible. My parents were still getting used to dealing with, well... Me, and I ended up the victim of chin fractures, spiders, big angry dogs, achluophobia, bees, eating my own sewage and locking myself in a car on a hot summer day.
