nostalgia and weird memories - - -

On my way home from school today, I saw a boy that I went to school with. First to seventh grade, to be more exact. Way log time ago in Bethlehem..
I vision myself, in fifth, or maybe even sixth grade, on my way to his birthday party. That was when my family had just moved in to the same neighborhood as him. I remember how I that night, with slight success, plucked my eyebrows for the first time. I also remember not doing it to well on one side, ending with a slight glitch and having to fill it out with my Moms eyebrowpen.

Hahaha,
dear heavens.. The things we remember.