Reverting to Childhood

About a week ago, I performed in a little talent show for school. This show was pretty much my first since high school, which ended for me in the late 90s. Since I now live close to my childhood home, my parents attended. Chatting with them in the hall after, I flashed back to my old choir concerts. But, instead of meeting my friends for ice cream, I said goodnight to the rents, and headed out to drink beer at the afterparty.

Not so childish, you say? Well, yesterday, I went on a fieldtrip. While the bus was not yellow, our hosts provided snacks, including: granola bars, juice-in-a-bag (now easy to open, since I have nails), and oreo cookies. We also used to budy system to make sure that everyone was on the bus. If only they had served ants-on-a-log, the flashback would have been perfect.