Memories from childhood flood the mind as things left behind find themselves coming back to life when you look back upon time lost to once forgotten memories.
The ball field. Cold evening. White cups of cheap hot chocolate. Hot fries. Candy. A small building with a window from which these amazing things appear.
A car ride. A place to play amongst tubes of plastic. A place gone. A place forgotten.
Things of childhood change as memories become faded as though seen through colored glass.
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