When i was a kiddo, i used to go trailing/hiking with my school every Wednesday. We used to do all sorts of stuff, skiing, starting a campfire, make bread on a stick then coat it in sugar and cinnamon and play tag in the forrest. Sometimes we picked blueberries. Our school had built this open hut where you could sit, right next to the campfire. So many of my core memories are linked with that place. Once, i was skiing with my school, when i flung my skin pole around and I scratched the eyelid of my friend. Thank god she closed her eyes, i could have made her blind. Or the time me and my friend were assigned to create a store, and we decided it was going to be a weapons store. We would pick out sticks that looked like guns and we sold them, along side pinecones that were grenades. Or how I had a tantrum while skiing, because I was utter shit at it and my family was poor so we couldn't afford new winter shoes and my feet were uncomfortable and cold. So i threw myself in the snow and cried. I am thinking about going down that trail for old memories sake. God I miss those times.
>>2863471When I was a kiddo, I used to go hide in my bedroom every night after my father got home from work.
