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day 17- a letter to someone from my childhood
dear a,
memories of you are fading and i'm happy about that to be honest
you left me for another better friend, which actually happens to me a lot but it still hurt.
so let's talk about the happy thhings!
i remember once we ran a "bake sale" at the baseball game. do you remember how we walked to the qfc and bought brownie mix and macaroons and lemonade and made cookies and sold it as our own in the scorching sun. all i got from that experience was 7 dollars and a bad sunburn but it was worth it because the memories were great. i remember that we carried our table down the steep hill and went back up for the drinks, lemonade, and sweets. then as soon as we got set up, we found the chocolate chip cookies and chocolate drizzle on top of them was melting so i hauled my arse back up the hill and grabbed an old umbrella which we set up over the treats. we eventually got hungry and hot so we sat under the table and ate all the rest of the treats and retreated back up the hill. going up it was always worse.
then there was he first time i ever had coffee. and the first time i ever snuck out, and the second, and third. but soon after shelly started coming during the summer, you faded into the background of my motion picture. you became a ghost, or a memory. like a dream that had ended in a bloody mess. oh well. it was for the best.
mia