You feed the beast I have within me

[evergleam]

So it seems that I spent the whole weekend with ghosts of my childhood. I stood in rooms where I played as a kindergartener, rooms where I slept as a first grader, hallways that still had my two-year-old handprints on the wall, yards filled with childish laughter echoing from the past. I passed buildings where I stood in awe over and over again, walked familiar paths and brushed by me's from two, three, four years ago.

It's been an interesting three days.