![]() ![]() HOURS!!! Once my hands rivaled raisins, I would get out and head to the concession stand. ![]() ![]() I would hunt these coins over and over for hours, people. My mom would take out her little change purse while I put on my goggles, grab a handful of coins, and throw them in for me to find. I mean, how else did we spend our summers in the late 80’s/early 90’s? The first time I took my son to a community pool here in Knoxville, I was so giddy for him to experience it! I wanted him to relive my glory days! As eight- or nine-year-old Amanda, I distinctly remember signing the “members’ book” at the pool and walking in to find our usual spot down by the shallow end. BONUS: if you’re an 80’s/90’s kid, you will probably identify with at least one of these. For time’s sake, I chose the three most often occurring. He laughed and said, “I love the way your mind works” and I muttered something like “great…now hurry before this thought leaves.” I quickly rattled off five things that always trigger nostalgic memories for me. One late night after turning the lights out for bed, I feverishly rambled to my husband to type five words into his phone. It’s like a mini therapy session for me and I like that no one else in that moment knows what I’m being transported back to. Sometimes it’s a song sometimes it’s a smell sometimes it’s as simple as a thunderstorm that takes me back to a comforting time in my life and I’m here for it. I often find myself thinking that I’d love to go back in time and relive my childhood, especially on the days when being an adult just gets too overwhelming. I’ll never forget the year I finally agreed to a low country boil for Thanksgiving at the beach and the whole time I was eating, I kept thinking “this is delicious, but let’s not pretend this is Thanksgiving dinner mmmmkkk?” I don’t think in that instance that it was about the food, but it has always been more the memories that come with those things that keep me wishing for the details to stay the same. For example, when we started traveling to different destinations for Thanksgiving, I still demanded a traditional Thanksgiving meal. My brother would use the word ‘traditional’ because I used to have a very hard time doing anything other than what we had always done. I was trying to determine if a nostalgic soul comes with age, but I know it hasn’t for me because I have been nostalgic for as long as I can remember. No, nostalgia isn’t really my middle name (it’s Kathryn), but it could be if middle names were based on your soul. ![]()
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