I hate the feeling of

nostalgia.

I can try to go on a walk in the

road,

just to clear my head.

But all it does is stuff my head with more

memories.

The summer afternoons after swimming in the

pool,

walking barefoot and scaring our toes on the

burning

concrete road. Our parents would

scold

us for walking without shoes, walking in the road instead of the

sidewalk.

We would giggle and laugh, not caring at all. But why did these

joyful

walks turn into walks of

despair,

drunk and venting about why we want to run away from home,

why

we didn't want to grow up, why we think graduating would be a total

bust.

I open my eyes, realizing I'm just standing in the middle of the

road,

cars beeping and engines blaring for me to move. I move aside, but these

thoughts

and memories were making me want to just crash and run into a car,

die

and be reincarnated into another happy,

smiling

kid and have a childhood again.