I Like To Pretend!

Music.
I love when a certain smell hits you and with it comes a stream of memories. Or even just an instant. The way one smell can bring you back to a table made from a door on your back porch a few summers ago. Or the way a store might suddenly cause you to remember the time when you created piles of leaves in the parking lot to jump into. Or how my bed on the floor might remind me of reading the harry potter book the summer when we still owned our old house and my aunt gave me the book with a ribbon around it; i stayed in bed late and it was bright outside.
I also like looking at pictures which I can say are part of a memory, or are "old". I wonder what makes a picture old. Freshman year? Yeah. Sophomore year? In some instances.
I like the pictures of myself as a child. I want to sit down and show them to people.