it's not really a memory ? but I love the feeling of being on my friends boat and screaming songs at the sky

good stuff

going on a picnic w my mom when i was younger idk i have a rlly vivid memory of that day and it makes me happy

spending time at my grandparent's lake house and not caring about anything at all

I'm in the middle section of our makeshift auditorium, having just wrapped up a well-received comedic sketch with my pals: a middle school marine biology student, a law student, and a fellow journalist. The gang met at the beginning of the week but it could have been forever. Everybody at this place is on the same wavelength. Our comedy is followed by a jaw-dropping violinist, and a moment of relative silence as a dude counselor whispers to his younger dudes. Half of the male students in the room stand; a complete residential unit, and make their way to the front. They can't all fit. I notice my quiet, clever partner in journalism toward the back. Questioning glances are shared all across the room, the boys are all beaming or already embarrassed. And the counselor begins; P I N K F L U F F Y U N I C O R N S D A N CI N G O N R A A A I N B O W S ! ! ! P I N K F L U F F Y U N I C O R N S D A N C I N G O N R A A A I N B O W S ! ! ! We are attending a serious week of studies and socialization for gifted students. We are being hosted by a prestigious university. Within five minutes, we are all standing, smiling, shouting the stupid, beautiful lyrics, and grabbing a rogue conga line as it circles the room and eventually escapes strait out the door. My partner from class blushes and mumbles and eventually can't help but grin.

Far from home and far from the beach, we're swimming in a lake. I meet a pretty girl with a happy laugh named Gretchen and her friends. I haven't befriended many people in her grade, the one below me, yet. That's what happens today. We're fast friends, and soon we're faster flying specks on an inflatable flying contraption being aggressively yanked along by Boat Guy. Boat Guy is fun and unforgiving. He loves his job. You have to hold on really, really tight to the thing or prepare to fall off (everyone did at least once) and grab each other, too. If your partner is very scared of being dragged through the water, she'll inadvertently take over the middle of the raft and push you off. You'll scream and laugh the kind of laugh that hurts your jaw and belly and sing Disney songs off-key. You're supposedly a decent soprano, but you can't prove it with the wind and water and your own laugh tackling you at once and you don't care. You still don't care, now that you're wrapping your dripping self in beach towel and smiling at Gretchen, saying "Nice to meet you, too".

yea i have and hmm i really like i am everyone else, why do you feel so down, and paracetamol. hbu?

thank you :)) you are too kind 💕

The last bus ride home from the last football game of last years season: There was a fight between one of the quints players and a dancer that everyone hates after our halftime show, and the quints player won which made everyone happy. But then we lost horribly (but not as bad as FPD), and then the football teams started fighting on the field after the last quarter; which was kind of expected because they may or my not have slashed our tires on the busses the year before. Anyways everyone piled onto the band bus and the drumline sat in the back as always and we sang all the way home. We sang all the great throwbacks and sang Hey Ya! like 4 times. We were squished in the seats, but it felt good. We were like a family. When we got back to the school we cried because it was the seniors last game and we hugged and our percussion instructor took them to The Huddle House at 1am. That night was a roll of lots of emotions. But what I loved most about that night was sitting on the bus and singing as loud as possible with the drumline. We are more than just musicians. We are a family. And i will forever hold onto that moment.

yes those are some bops