When I was in Kindergarten I had a crush on a boy named Sammy. He had red hair. He lived in a blue house. I never even knew what his last name was. And he moved away after that.
I used to love wearing toe socks in high school. But now, I can't fathom the thought. I can barely stand normal socks. And only in the winter. The second I can justify it, I'm going back to flip flops for any and all occasions.
My eye has grown a cyst. And there's blister-like bleb that won't go away. And I still can't open it all the way. And now that my stitches are coming loose and about to fall out, I feel like an angry parakeet is practicing latin dance moves over my eyeball. And worst of all, it seems like the surgery isn't working because my glaucoma pressure is going up again.
It's sort of depressing, so instead I'm reminiscing. Back when life was easier. Back to the days of Kindergarten and toe socks.