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whats something that brings you back to your childhood happy place? (lemmy.world)

submitted 4 months ago by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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I've got two, one, is we love katamari, which I'm currently playing the rerelease of on steam. The Japanese culture, the wonderfully wacky story and gameplay, the weird but enrapturing soundtrack all coalesced into something new and amazing for me that to this day 20 years later I'm still glued to the screen for.

The other one is back when I was little enough, I would lie on my back under the Christmas tree looking out the window at the blizzard outside. I would lie like this for hours just watching the flurry of snow hitting the pane glass, that icy chaos mere inches away from the calm, twinkling tranquility of the string lights on the trees.

Both of these memories make me incredibly happy and frustratingly sad in a bittersweet way, but I don't think I'll ever forget them. How about you guys, what childhood memories stuck with you to this day? What felt so special about that moment?

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[–] [email protected] 13 points 4 months ago (1 children)

Flying ant day.

Once a year, on a warm and still summer evening, just on sunset, the sky would fill with hundreds of thousands of winged ants. It was magical.

Then one year we waited for them, but summer turned to autumn and they never came. And like that, the magic had gone forever.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 4 months ago

The ant orgy moved locations