I was looking through my closet the other day and I found an old pair of penny loafers. These penny loafers are old, one of the toes is busted, the once shiny copper gloss on the leather is now dull, the shoes are even sticky. they bring back a thousand memories.
One memory was when I was making cherry nut bread with maraschino cherries left over from an ice-cream party. My mom abhors these fire-hydrant red cherries, but I love them. I decided to make this bread, which turned out to be a disaster. I spilled the cherry juice on my shoes and they are now sticky and unwearable.
These memories make me nostalgic of a time when I was more peaceful. I didn’t suffer from insomnia and spend my nights worrying about various different problems in my life. I would sit by the record player listening to Cher, imagining I lived with the Brady Bunch Family. Now, everything has changed. In the space of a year I have changed so much. Though I wish i could still live in the fantasy land of childhood, I realize I have responsibility now and I have become a better person because of that.
But one thing still stumps me, how did all this change so fast? Was it the gum on the street? The first time I read The Red Pony? Or was it the meaningful friendships I have forged? I really don’t know, but I hope that through all of this growth that I will stay the same girl in the about section