old-school composition books (stuffed with pictures, as well as words. Movie tickets. Popsicle sticks. Flower petals tucked between the pages).
homemade mixes on cassette tapes. And playlists decorated with magic marker hearts <3
roller-skating at Hot Wheels. (I still have my quads with the pink wheels).
shout outs on Power 96.
endless rounds of Super Mario.
midnight swims in hotel pools
falling asleep with a Sony Walkman tucked under your pillow
secret poems inked on your sneakers
cicadas buzzing like UFOs in the late afternoon
reading stacks of graphic novels in the treehouse
drawing your own graphic novels (and never getting past the first page)
finding a stack of those faded composition books...