I remember kinda hanging around my old house. I remember making bubbles in the summer from this experiment we did in science. It was simple, and I would always use up the dish soap. It was so much fun going to the pool everyday in the summer when no one was there. Or when I fell in the lake and my grandma laughed and I didn't have a problem with that.

I think I started thinking a lot since then. But the haze of childhood and being far away from "self-aware" kept my thoughts from taking over. I think I'll never be able to regain myself. I wonder if it's worth trying.

I have so much work to do... I should get on that.