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Sometimes, You Just Can’t Go Back
It’s funny what you remember. It’s even funnier to remember the things you wanted, the things you thought we so cool when you were young. I just read a piece by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) about childhood memories that a person may have missed out on at the time but tried to revive as an adult. Here it is. I encourage you to give it a read, it might make you think like it did me:
My youthful unfulfilled memory wasn’t something I sought to revive. It’s more one that sort of revived itself to my utter horror and delight if one can actually experience those emotions simultaneously.
I was a child of the ’70s and 80s and through the mid-80s, the mall was king. It was the veritable mecca for tweens and teens. Everything happened at the mall, shopping, eating, socializing, you name it. Relationships, friendships, alliances of all sorts could be made and broken at the local shopping centre. Anyone who was everyone was there.
On the army base I lived on, my pals and I loved the mall. Granted, it wasn’t much of a mall. It…
