This morning I was thinking what to write in a Birthday card to my dear friend Camille. And it reminded me that after high School, we went to Disneyland together. It was the best time I ever had at Disneyland. No lines, eating pp&j while under the protective roof of Pirates of the Caribbean, eating Rosa's tomatillo salsa in the car, pulling over for imagined flat tires, finding random dentures, eating free oranges, and splurging to eat at the Blue Bayou.
We said that we wanted to make a tradition of coming when we were 25 and then every 5 years after.
I am turning 25 this year.
That sudden reminder brought a waft of melancholy over me today.
I remember the imagined 25 self and to see the actual 25 year old self is a little...