What makes you feel nostalgic?
My grandparents had this kitchen that was basically my happy place growing up. Grandma and I would make noodles for her chicken soup. We’d all play penny card games in the evenings. I’d sit on the phonebooks so I was high enough to the table to eat my breakfast porridge.
The chairs scraping across the linoleum floor had this sound. The radio that sat in on the counter closest to the living room always had this one station playing. The bathroom before the remodel was just off the kitchen, next to the huge wooden door that was only closed at night when the house was truly locked up tight. Grandpa used to shave every morning with his triple blade Norelco. He had this grumbly throat clear thing that he’d do as apart of his morning routine.
I can close my eyes and still hear all of these things.
Who said time travel isn’t possible?
Julie M Anderson 