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thevaudevillescene:

Remember when we went to Wildwood a looong time ago, and Dad was showing us the house he and his friends had rented one summer? Then that old, toothless guy came up to the van and started talking to us, and Mom was like, “…Drive.” That’s the first thing I remember when I think about Wildwood. That, and those goddamn tram cars.

Ummm. No. My first memory of Wildwood would have to be that hat that I grabbed before it got ran over from a tram car. 

It feels like the more my step-mom is around the more I start to forget about my real mom.

I took a walk outside around the house this afternoon and got too close to a Mourning Dove's nest. The male and female got so scared that they pushed out their baby dove from the nest from trying to make a quick escape. The poor baby was fluttering a lot and I grab it before it went into the water. I showed my sister the baby dove, but we couldn't put it back in the nest because it's practically six feet high. Instead, we left it on the ground for it's parents to see their baby and keep it warm even though they can't bring it back up to the nest.

Talking about the TRON phenomenon. "For me, it was something I wasn't totally familiar with, but I always just knew it was 'TRON'"

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