Memories, Like

I was kind of having a freak out last night so I didn't get much sleep. Luckily everyone around here is too busy to notice me zoning out.

The Corner of My Mind
I was sitting in a meeting today, taking notes with my "Whale of a Job" pencil, and I suddenly remembered how I used to scrape all the paint off of dixon ticonderogas and break of the eraser so I could pretend I was living in the 1800's. Because, you know, that's what pencils were like back then. But not only that, I have been remembering all kinds of things lately. Like how we used to stir our ice cream until it was a creamy mush and then pretend it was porridge (why we like to pretend we're poor orphans, I have no idea), or how I loved to crumple and recrumple a piece of paper until became as soft as fabric. I assume these are the kinds of things all kids did, right?