In that hot bed, I can see a million things that make me happy.
waking up at 6 am, to watch Dawsons Creek.
Being 5&6 and wearing the same shirt my dad picked out for me.
Being a vegetarian.
going on the california screaming 9 times. in a row.
seeing him in the pool, and having him follow me.
talking to him about his hair. that he cut with scissors himself.
playing go-fish with uncle wally.
going on the revelation with her.
going to the library and mcdonalds for breakfast.
playing house with them.
but why am i surprised.. that I dont have much that made me happy? my childhood was not happy. and you cant change the past.
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