foot wars, kickball, pvc pipes, hunting knives

I remember the dirt under my nails and the scabs on my knees, and I liked them. I remember an element of danger that was present but unimportant because there was fun to be had. I feel that way again now. I can finally feel that careless, happy home feeling that was so absent from my life in the past couple of years.


When I open the door and walk back into this apartment, I shed 3/4 of my responsibilities and just play.