Building a blanket fort in the living room.
As a kid it was a full-on castle, a secret world where the sofa cushions were mountains and the flashlight was a sun I controlled.
Now, when I help my niece build one, I still feel a flicker of that magic—but I’m also the person worrying about ripped sheets, tripping hazards, and how fast the living-room mess will grow. The fort didn’t shrink; I just grew into the person who sees the laundry pile behind the curtain.
Christmas was a big thing I had to realize was mostly for kids benefits as I grew up. Family time is great and all but Christmas went from being the happiest day of the year to just another day for me around highschool time.
Nothing was really magical. I’m almost 40 soon and now it feels like I’m living in a dream that is magical. My childhood was ok compare to all shit happening today. But it was not what I wish it was. But I try to not think like this but I always do
The Olympics, sigh. To me, it was Christmas, Easter, and my birthday all wrapped up in one package. Then came the figure skating scandal where a French judge was bribed. And I heard about all the behind-the-scenes crap. No more magic for me anymore.
Family trips to Audra State Park in West Virginia. Swimming in the river, eating sandwiches and drinking cold sodas out a cooler. It just sucks that life isn’t like that anymore, it’s miserable. When I think of happy childhood memories they all seem to have a golden hue to them. Now, everything is dull and colorless. I’ve actually never seen a color brighter than the lens I viewed my life through as a child.
Its still special, and still my favorite holiday, but it’s just… different. Maybe its because my mom is gone so much that she hasn’t decorated the past few years, maybe it’s just because I’m older and Christmas lost its “spark”…
Whatever it is… my memories of Christmas are much warmer and much more relaxing and nice than the holiday in reality now.
st. patrick’s day. in elementary school my teachers put a lot of effort into making it seem like the leprechauns had come to visit our classroom the night before. all the glitter trails, fool’s gold and candy were so magical to me. it made it seem like even the air in the classroom was different. i 100% believed in leprechauns.
hits a little different now knowing an unerpaid, likely exhausted teacher went into work early or stayed late to do that for us.
Being genuinely interested in other people. I loved getting to know people, hearing their stories, listening to them. 🤩 …making new friends, going out and having new experiences and adventures with them.
Now I ckufing loathe being around people…they literally drain me 😓
Christmas with my whole family. My parents divorced and one side is problematic/deals with addiction.
I don’t remember the last time it was just the 5 of us. We were all together for the last time, and we didn’t even know it.
But yeah, Christmas before I found out Santa wasn’t real. The ones where it was just us 5. Now Christmas is so different.
Thankful to have a great bond with my sister, though. We spent christmas with each other, made some of our favorite christmas foods and went through highschool year books.
I used to love county fairs as a kid.. All the lights and the rides. Junk food.. fried everything, rides everywhere..
As an adult… the county fairs are just GROSS. I just smell vommit, see trash everywhere. The food makes me physically ill, and the rides actually seem kind of dangerous! Lol. Oh well! 😏 🎡🎠🎪
My mother loved blue. The exterior and interior of the house were painted blue. At Christmas, she had BLUE Christmas lights strung on the house. As a child, I loved seeing all this. As an adult, I mostly run away from blue as fast as I can!
That wonderful feeling of believing you had endless time to go anywhere, see everything and do whatever you wanted. Man, does THAT hit differently in your 50s.
reading till 3 or 4 in the morning and sleeping all day during the summer. Now im lucky to stay up to midnight. And read during break time or on the weekends if it’s not too busy.
A hotel with a pool was always a great bonus on any vacation.
Now all I can think about is how many people have slept in the bed, touched the door, etc.
I take Lysol wipes to disinfect everything that I can, but it still grosses me out. I’ve brought my own towels and pillowcases and sheets, but I still feel an ick.
I never sleep well and always have to take a shower immediately after I get home.
Holidays/ vacations. As a kid and teenager, I was always SUPER excited. What would it be? I will meet new people and see new places. Later I was excited to spen time with my friends with less (or no!) restrictions.
Now I am 40. I have a kid and two dogs, and I am dreading it.
“Are we there yet?” “I am bored!!!”, “I am hungry! I don’t want a sandwich! I want snacks!”
And dogs are like bark-pant-vomit-pee. If I am lucky it’s not all in the car.
I swear when my husband says “Honey, you seem tense… Are you ok?” I want to cry and laugh at the same time!
Those tube things you use at the drive thru at the bank. I thought those were some crazy technological futuristic ass shit as a kid. Not magically anymore, but I’d be lying if I said pressing the button and watching the tube go up wasn’t still a tiny bit cool.
Going to the mall as a kid felt like stepping into a whole new world. The food court was basically a buffet of dreams, the toy store was heaven, and don’t even get me started on the fountain where people tossed coins and made wishes. Now, I go to the mall and it’s for errands. It’s wild how something that once felt magical just turns into background noise as you grow up.
When I was a kid it was all the rage at my school. Every nerd was into it. Even the jocks had pony shirts as a joke for a while.
As one of the nerds, I went in deep. Internet deep. If you don’t know about the online brony community, that was a mistake for raging hormones 13-15 year old me.
I discovered “clop” (NSFW images of the ponies) and it was all downhill from there. Luna was waifu. Fluttershy was side waifu. I’d daydream about my literal herd of cartoon ponies. It was a fucking travesty honestly how easy it was to access, but there was just SO MUCH art it literally warped my entire sexuality for a while there.
It took a long time to break out of that and get back to regular people. I had to like, wean myself off of it with furry, then eventually made it back to humans for college. Like it was some weird addiction. My clop collection was around 20gb by the end there.
I can’t look at those ponies at all these days. I avoid them like an alcoholic avoids a bar. Especially Luna. Fucking Luna man… I dunno why I love that asthetic so much and some of the artists in the fandom drew her in the most appealing styles ever. I just mentally shutter that shit for my sanity. I still have a brony friend who has a giant lifesize plushie of Fluttershy he dropped 1.5k on and can only imagine the horrors she sees, but also imagine what happened if I went down that path.
relationships and dating…. remember the cheap fun of Valentine’s Day with a mystery rose or card or going to a movie? and the ‘so and so likes so and so’ rumours and chinese whispers? now in adulthood? oh dear god! my workplace is sterile and cold as it can get when it comes to romance.. especially considering there is a mixture of mostly single guys and girls…
When I was a kid Disneyland was truly “The Magical Kingdom”, there wasn’t anything like it. The last time I went I had to take out a loan just to get through the gate only to be met with elbow-to-elbow crowds, overpriced food, and two of the rides that I really wanted to go on were broke down.
How much I could eat. My brothers and I would compete to clean our plates of massive portions (them being way older than me). Now I’d put on 20 pounds just thinking about it. Man I wish I could eat like I used to without consequences.
Fountains! At the mall, park, public places. I wanted to swim in them so bad. Beg to put my feet in the water. Scoop up coins. Experience is knowing how dirty the water is, and they are not in fact blissful pools to play in.
National parks. As a kid I thought they were the best thing ever, now it is adult I have to force myself to look through the crowding and too many cars and tourists
Christmas. I absolutely destroy myself every year to try to make Christmas for my daughter feel like it felt for me when I was a kid, and every year I’m disappointed that it doesn’t feel the same to me. And then I finally realized that it will NEVER feel the same to me, but I’m giving my daughter her own special Christmas magic. And that makes it all worth it.
Going to product parties with my mom. I obviously didn’t know it at the time, but they were MLMs. As an adult, I am staunchly anti MLM and cringe at people trying to recruit myself and others but as a kid, it was fun going with my mom to look at stuff. Knowing how predatory MLMs are now, it makes me sick knowing that those women (including my mom) were suckered into signing up for unknowingly driving themselves into debt. Thank God my mom didn’t take it too seriously and only did it for a few years, decided she hated it, and skedaddled 😂
Christmas. It used to feel like such a warm and magical time when i was a kid, my parents would decorate the whole home (and at the time we lived in an old victorian home so it made the decor feel extra festive). Decorating the christmas tree, the stockings by the fireplace, above it; was a little barn and a little baby jesus that was meant to be decoration but i kept stealing him and playing with it (the lambs too). Getting sooo excited to open presents, and the christmas roast! And then a day or 2 later the extended family would come down and we’d celebrate again.
Haha now i just feel like christmas is a bother. The roast dinner is still good tho.
Holidays. I will never forget the butterflies in my stomach going to sleep then waking up on Christmas morning knowing “Santa” had paid me a visit. It truly felt magical. I always loved Halloween almost as much as Christmas. I miss trick r treating, staying up
late with friends watching horror movies as a teen, late night drives in high school seeing what we could get into on Halloween night. Even Thanksgiving feels different now. Family starts dying off, gets distant, makes excuses for why we aren’t all getting together anymore. I didn’t appreciate it enough looking back!
Going through the car wash. My dad and I always pretended we were being swallowed by a whale. We’d be vibing listening to Pink Floyd and watching the oil slick colors of the cleaner as it poured down the windshield.
I grew up obsessed with that movie “Milo and Otis”. I love animals and the story was so cute and I must’ve watched it hundreds of times. As an adult and an animal trainer, all I see now are the multiple dangerous and abusive situations the animals were put in to get those shots.
That when my first pets got really really sick, they went to live with a nice family that could take care of them and they’re happy. Maybe I could go visit a little later on.
When I was a kid my mom knew someone who owned a “zoo”. They invited me to come visit sometime because they had tigers and other big cats and 14-year-old me thought that was incredibly cool. It turned out to be a barn in the middle of no where that had animals like a panther and puma kept in cages. There were two tigers kept in separate circus cages. And two big bins sat in front of the cages with signs asking for food donations for the tigers. I was encouraged to go into an enclosure with a pack of wolves to feed them chicken from my hand, and was told I was the first person to ever be able to do this. I was also allowed to play with two baby tigers in what was basically a shed. I remember being totally amazed and being surprised by how strong they were and also how their fur felt really burly like a thick rug instead of being silky like I always imagined. Anyway, at the time this felt very magical, probably in part because it was the 90s and no one else seemed to be questioning it. I think back now and I’m horrified both at the way the animals were kept and why my mom thought it was totally fine to let me into an enclosure with a pack of wolves. Anyway, the wolves eventually escaped and went on a rampage killing lots of animals in the local area so the whole thing was, thankfully, shut down.
Okay, this is gonna sound absolutely stupid. Here goes:
When I had just turned six, we visited Santa’s Village in San Bernardino, CA. We went into Mrs. Claus’ kitchen shop and my Mom sampled, then bought a dip mix. Mom was really big on hors d’ouevres and entertaining for a phase.
That dip mix may as well have been pixie dust! I thought it was magic! It TURNED SOUR CREAM INTO A DELICIOUS DIP!
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Being “right” in a debate.
Videogames as a whole
Building a blanket fort in the living room.
As a kid it was a full-on castle, a secret world where the sofa cushions were mountains and the flashlight was a sun I controlled.
Now, when I help my niece build one, I still feel a flicker of that magic—but I’m also the person worrying about ripped sheets, tripping hazards, and how fast the living-room mess will grow. The fort didn’t shrink; I just grew into the person who sees the laundry pile behind the curtain.
Staying up past your bedtime
Christmas was a big thing I had to realize was mostly for kids benefits as I grew up. Family time is great and all but Christmas went from being the happiest day of the year to just another day for me around highschool time.
Riding in a shopping cart.
Now I just push one while battling inflation
Holidays
Sleeping on couch and waking up on bed
Summer break.
Three months of chaos, popsicles, and zero responsibilities
Opening a cereal box and finding a toy inside
Falling asleep in the car and waking up in bed
LSD
Saturday morning cartoons
To have a job 😀
Complete & total autonomy
Going to the video rental store
Growing up and being an adult
Lick em aid
Christmas.
IDGAF.
I just ask my kids what they want to do then do it.
Getting McDonald’s
Running to the ice cream truck.
That jingle was a summon spell.
Nothing was really magical. I’m almost 40 soon and now it feels like I’m living in a dream that is magical. My childhood was ok compare to all shit happening today. But it was not what I wish it was. But I try to not think like this but I always do
Going to the river with my Dad.
Long road trips.
Back then: exciting. Now: back pain and gas prices
The Olympics, sigh. To me, it was Christmas, Easter, and my birthday all wrapped up in one package. Then came the figure skating scandal where a French judge was bribed. And I heard about all the behind-the-scenes crap. No more magic for me anymore.
Disney movies. I mean I can see how manipulated Stitch is now lol
McDonald’s
Family trips to Audra State Park in West Virginia. Swimming in the river, eating sandwiches and drinking cold sodas out a cooler. It just sucks that life isn’t like that anymore, it’s miserable. When I think of happy childhood memories they all seem to have a golden hue to them. Now, everything is dull and colorless. I’ve actually never seen a color brighter than the lens I viewed my life through as a child.
Having my entire family together.
Disney
The idea of working in animation
Disney. Felt magical as a kid. But when magic is combined with nostalgia, it hits different as an adult.
Christmas.
Its still special, and still my favorite holiday, but it’s just… different. Maybe its because my mom is gone so much that she hasn’t decorated the past few years, maybe it’s just because I’m older and Christmas lost its “spark”…
Whatever it is… my memories of Christmas are much warmer and much more relaxing and nice than the holiday in reality now.
st. patrick’s day. in elementary school my teachers put a lot of effort into making it seem like the leprechauns had come to visit our classroom the night before. all the glitter trails, fool’s gold and candy were so magical to me. it made it seem like even the air in the classroom was different. i 100% believed in leprechauns.
hits a little different now knowing an unerpaid, likely exhausted teacher went into work early or stayed late to do that for us.
Getting lost in a book.
Being genuinely interested in other people. I loved getting to know people, hearing their stories, listening to them. 🤩 …making new friends, going out and having new experiences and adventures with them.
Now I ckufing loathe being around people…they literally drain me 😓
Literally any junk food. Idk if it’s recipe changes or what but it’s NOT HITTING anymore
Christmas, and not because of gifts. It’s the family that is no longer around.
Christmas with my whole family. My parents divorced and one side is problematic/deals with addiction.
I don’t remember the last time it was just the 5 of us. We were all together for the last time, and we didn’t even know it.
But yeah, Christmas before I found out Santa wasn’t real. The ones where it was just us 5. Now Christmas is so different.
Thankful to have a great bond with my sister, though. We spent christmas with each other, made some of our favorite christmas foods and went through highschool year books.
Birthdays.
I severely hate celebrating them now.
Christmas
Theme Parks. Full of people — UGH
The Girl Scout summer camp I went to every year from ages 7-14. I worked there one summer at 18 and the magic totally disappeared.
I used to love county fairs as a kid.. All the lights and the rides. Junk food.. fried everything, rides everywhere..
As an adult… the county fairs are just GROSS. I just smell vommit, see trash everywhere. The food makes me physically ill, and the rides actually seem kind of dangerous! Lol. Oh well! 😏 🎡🎠🎪
Christmas
Being married. And being an adult in general.
A friend of mine told me that ever since he was old enough to make the money to buy his own presents, Christmas has been very different.
Playing in a dirty river 😂. Sometimes we would see dead animals float by, it was definitely unsanitary
My mother loved blue. The exterior and interior of the house were painted blue. At Christmas, she had BLUE Christmas lights strung on the house. As a child, I loved seeing all this. As an adult, I mostly run away from blue as fast as I can!
Christmas 🎄
The woods. Full of adventure, excitement, no cares in the world. Now I fear bugs, falling, temperature changes, being murdered, etc.
Santa
Flying on an airplane…. Always wanted window seat.
Now it’s just rude FAs and terrible people pushing their ginormous bags and blocking the isle
That wonderful feeling of believing you had endless time to go anywhere, see everything and do whatever you wanted. Man, does THAT hit differently in your 50s.
Birthdays :/
Bob’s Bigboy
reading till 3 or 4 in the morning and sleeping all day during the summer. Now im lucky to stay up to midnight. And read during break time or on the weekends if it’s not too busy.
Staying at a hotel when on a trip.
A hotel with a pool was always a great bonus on any vacation.
Now all I can think about is how many people have slept in the bed, touched the door, etc.
I take Lysol wipes to disinfect everything that I can, but it still grosses me out. I’ve brought my own towels and pillowcases and sheets, but I still feel an ick.
I never sleep well and always have to take a shower immediately after I get home.
Watching movies in theatres
Going to amusement parks in the summer. Now all the rides I love make me motion sick, and it’s such a bummer.
Holidays/ vacations. As a kid and teenager, I was always SUPER excited. What would it be? I will meet new people and see new places. Later I was excited to spen time with my friends with less (or no!) restrictions.
Now I am 40. I have a kid and two dogs, and I am dreading it.
“Are we there yet?” “I am bored!!!”, “I am hungry! I don’t want a sandwich! I want snacks!”
And dogs are like bark-pant-vomit-pee. If I am lucky it’s not all in the car.
I swear when my husband says “Honey, you seem tense… Are you ok?” I want to cry and laugh at the same time!
Horseback riding. 😭
Those tube things you use at the drive thru at the bank. I thought those were some crazy technological futuristic ass shit as a kid. Not magically anymore, but I’d be lying if I said pressing the button and watching the tube go up wasn’t still a tiny bit cool.
Religion.
Star Wars, more specifically since the Disney purchase.
Riding bikes with my friends to the card shop. Now it’s just driving in traffic to fight scalpers RIP
Going to the mall as a kid felt like stepping into a whole new world. The food court was basically a buffet of dreams, the toy store was heaven, and don’t even get me started on the fountain where people tossed coins and made wishes. Now, I go to the mall and it’s for errands. It’s wild how something that once felt magical just turns into background noise as you grow up.
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
When I was a kid it was all the rage at my school. Every nerd was into it. Even the jocks had pony shirts as a joke for a while.
As one of the nerds, I went in deep. Internet deep. If you don’t know about the online brony community, that was a mistake for raging hormones 13-15 year old me.
I discovered “clop” (NSFW images of the ponies) and it was all downhill from there. Luna was waifu. Fluttershy was side waifu. I’d daydream about my literal herd of cartoon ponies. It was a fucking travesty honestly how easy it was to access, but there was just SO MUCH art it literally warped my entire sexuality for a while there.
It took a long time to break out of that and get back to regular people. I had to like, wean myself off of it with furry, then eventually made it back to humans for college. Like it was some weird addiction. My clop collection was around 20gb by the end there.
I can’t look at those ponies at all these days. I avoid them like an alcoholic avoids a bar. Especially Luna. Fucking Luna man… I dunno why I love that asthetic so much and some of the artists in the fandom drew her in the most appealing styles ever. I just mentally shutter that shit for my sanity. I still have a brony friend who has a giant lifesize plushie of Fluttershy he dropped 1.5k on and can only imagine the horrors she sees, but also imagine what happened if I went down that path.
Sailor moon 🌸 🤣🤣🤣
relationships and dating…. remember the cheap fun of Valentine’s Day with a mystery rose or card or going to a movie? and the ‘so and so likes so and so’ rumours and chinese whispers? now in adulthood? oh dear god! my workplace is sterile and cold as it can get when it comes to romance.. especially considering there is a mixture of mostly single guys and girls…
Sweets.
Now it shows in the mirror.
Flying in airplanes and swimming at night
Christmas, there was just a feeling in the air.
Having only 20 bucks. Used to make me feel so rich not it makes me feel so poor.
When I was a kid Disneyland was truly “The Magical Kingdom”, there wasn’t anything like it. The last time I went I had to take out a loan just to get through the gate only to be met with elbow-to-elbow crowds, overpriced food, and two of the rides that I really wanted to go on were broke down.
Christmas and birthdays
The feeling about Christmas and the whole Christmas season.
Growing up in Britain in the 80s I thought America was a magical place. Now… not so much.
Public swimming pools
Kid me: 😄
Adult me: 🤢
The idea of going Disney World, or amusement parks in general, feel like nightmares to me but used to be a dream.
Airplane rides too.
Disney World. I was totally into Epcot Center especially. But now I can’t shake DisneyCorp when I think about it.
Christmas.
How much I could eat. My brothers and I would compete to clean our plates of massive portions (them being way older than me). Now I’d put on 20 pounds just thinking about it. Man I wish I could eat like I used to without consequences.
Childhood: Falling asleep on the pile of guest’s coats on the bed in the bedroom when there was a house gathering.
Adult: falling asleep anywhere that isn’t an orthopedic mattress, with a feathery duvet and supporting pillows
Church. Lol
Fountains! At the mall, park, public places. I wanted to swim in them so bad. Beg to put my feet in the water. Scoop up coins. Experience is knowing how dirty the water is, and they are not in fact blissful pools to play in.
Holidays….
Getting older
Disneyland and Disney World. Magical as a kid! Now a complete pain in the ass of apps, reservations, wait times, and lighting money on fire.
Playing on the lap of uncle waldo.
Getting to drive the car as soon as I could reach the pedals.
Looking back, my dad was just drunk and trusted 8yo me more than himself on the road back from the bar.
I do let my 8yo take a turn driving up our driveway and she loves it, but not on city streets and not because I’m drunk!
National parks. As a kid I thought they were the best thing ever, now it is adult I have to force myself to look through the crowding and too many cars and tourists
Summer.
Movies. When I watch them now, they are full of gratuitous female only nudity that has nothing to do with the plot. Cringe
Christmas. I absolutely destroy myself every year to try to make Christmas for my daughter feel like it felt for me when I was a kid, and every year I’m disappointed that it doesn’t feel the same to me. And then I finally realized that it will NEVER feel the same to me, but I’m giving my daughter her own special Christmas magic. And that makes it all worth it.
Christmas. Commercialization and greed.
Disney World. Dystopian tourist trap.
Going to product parties with my mom. I obviously didn’t know it at the time, but they were MLMs. As an adult, I am staunchly anti MLM and cringe at people trying to recruit myself and others but as a kid, it was fun going with my mom to look at stuff. Knowing how predatory MLMs are now, it makes me sick knowing that those women (including my mom) were suckered into signing up for unknowingly driving themselves into debt. Thank God my mom didn’t take it too seriously and only did it for a few years, decided she hated it, and skedaddled 😂
Christmas
McDonalds
Summer
Christmas. Being a parent now I realize how much money, effort, and planning goes into making that one day special for the kids.
Sleeping on the floor!! 🫣😴😡😥
Disney.
Bill Cosby
Christmas. It used to feel like such a warm and magical time when i was a kid, my parents would decorate the whole home (and at the time we lived in an old victorian home so it made the decor feel extra festive). Decorating the christmas tree, the stockings by the fireplace, above it; was a little barn and a little baby jesus that was meant to be decoration but i kept stealing him and playing with it (the lambs too). Getting sooo excited to open presents, and the christmas roast! And then a day or 2 later the extended family would come down and we’d celebrate again.
Haha now i just feel like christmas is a bother. The roast dinner is still good tho.
Holidays. I will never forget the butterflies in my stomach going to sleep then waking up on Christmas morning knowing “Santa” had paid me a visit. It truly felt magical. I always loved Halloween almost as much as Christmas. I miss trick r treating, staying up
late with friends watching horror movies as a teen, late night drives in high school seeing what we could get into on Halloween night. Even Thanksgiving feels different now. Family starts dying off, gets distant, makes excuses for why we aren’t all getting together anymore. I didn’t appreciate it enough looking back!
Going through the car wash. My dad and I always pretended we were being swallowed by a whale. We’d be vibing listening to Pink Floyd and watching the oil slick colors of the cleaner as it poured down the windshield.
Summer. What do you mean I have to keep working and don’t get 3 months of sleeping in and doing whatever I want? Gross.
I grew up obsessed with that movie “Milo and Otis”. I love animals and the story was so cute and I must’ve watched it hundreds of times. As an adult and an animal trainer, all I see now are the multiple dangerous and abusive situations the animals were put in to get those shots.
Christmas.
Christmas.. saddest time of the year, it will never be the same
Relatives.
That when my first pets got really really sick, they went to live with a nice family that could take care of them and they’re happy. Maybe I could go visit a little later on.
FF- that’s not where they went.
When I was a kid my mom knew someone who owned a “zoo”. They invited me to come visit sometime because they had tigers and other big cats and 14-year-old me thought that was incredibly cool. It turned out to be a barn in the middle of no where that had animals like a panther and puma kept in cages. There were two tigers kept in separate circus cages. And two big bins sat in front of the cages with signs asking for food donations for the tigers. I was encouraged to go into an enclosure with a pack of wolves to feed them chicken from my hand, and was told I was the first person to ever be able to do this. I was also allowed to play with two baby tigers in what was basically a shed. I remember being totally amazed and being surprised by how strong they were and also how their fur felt really burly like a thick rug instead of being silky like I always imagined. Anyway, at the time this felt very magical, probably in part because it was the 90s and no one else seemed to be questioning it. I think back now and I’m horrified both at the way the animals were kept and why my mom thought it was totally fine to let me into an enclosure with a pack of wolves. Anyway, the wolves eventually escaped and went on a rampage killing lots of animals in the local area so the whole thing was, thankfully, shut down.
Okay, this is gonna sound absolutely stupid. Here goes:
When I had just turned six, we visited Santa’s Village in San Bernardino, CA. We went into Mrs. Claus’ kitchen shop and my Mom sampled, then bought a dip mix. Mom was really big on hors d’ouevres and entertaining for a phase.
That dip mix may as well have been pixie dust! I thought it was magic! It TURNED SOUR CREAM INTO A DELICIOUS DIP!
Anything Disney puts out.
“Fancy dinner”
Like a picnic at home… small triangle sandwiches, maybe some crisps or crackers, some biscuits. I used to love fancy dinners.
Turns out we were poor and this was dinner when my mum just had to make do with whatever was left.
Breaks my heart that my mum had to do that alone. She is amazing.
Christmas morning.
I’m Santa now.
Holidays
Socialising
My birthday 😔
Grocery shopping
Christmas 💔