I remember the important stuff from when I was 4. I liked picture books, computer games, playing on the swing, and hot wheels. We didn’t have a computer at home but we had one at school and I liked playing the educational games. Also I tried a pear when I was 4 and I hated it. I still do. Fuck pears!
If Ensign Rutherford can hate pears, suffer from brain damage in the line of duty, start liking pears, undergo neurological treatment, and start hating pears again, maybe pears can suck. Maybe some people just don’t like pears and never will unless they get a cybernetic implant ripped out of their head while trying to blow up a Pakled dreadnaught.
Infinite diversity in infinite combinations. Some people are just gonna hate pears and that’s okay.
Pears can indeed have very different tastes. There are some i really don’t like, the bland ones, taste like nothing. Some others are really juicy, sweet and yummy.
I remember this blue curtain with giraffes and lions (and I’m sure other animals but those are the two I remember) that I liked and got to see during snack time. I used to imagine I’d be playing with them and how cool they were. I also remember watching GoBots in the morning. I was also fascinated by rollypollys and caterpillars one day in the outside play area for some reason. Just a few examples from preschool when I was between 3 and 4. I started kindergarten when I was 4 during that school year when I was close to turning 5. I remember my teacher from then and her really visible varicose veins and her pointed toe shoes that seemed way too small because the skin from her feet pushed up out of them a bit.
None of that is stuff my family would have been like “Hey, remember blah blah?”
I remember the important stuff from when I was 4. I liked picture books, computer games, playing on the swing, and hot wheels. We didn’t have a computer at home but we had one at school and I liked playing the educational games. Also I tried a pear when I was 4 and I hated it. I still do. Fuck pears!
This just makes me sad you’ve never had a nice juicy pear.
If Ensign Rutherford can hate pears, suffer from brain damage in the line of duty, start liking pears, undergo neurological treatment, and start hating pears again, maybe pears can suck. Maybe some people just don’t like pears and never will unless they get a cybernetic implant ripped out of their head while trying to blow up a Pakled dreadnaught.
Infinite diversity in infinite combinations. Some people are just gonna hate pears and that’s okay.
Pears can indeed have very different tastes. There are some i really don’t like, the bland ones, taste like nothing. Some others are really juicy, sweet and yummy.
I don’t know which ones are what though.
I remember this blue curtain with giraffes and lions (and I’m sure other animals but those are the two I remember) that I liked and got to see during snack time. I used to imagine I’d be playing with them and how cool they were. I also remember watching GoBots in the morning. I was also fascinated by rollypollys and caterpillars one day in the outside play area for some reason. Just a few examples from preschool when I was between 3 and 4. I started kindergarten when I was 4 during that school year when I was close to turning 5. I remember my teacher from then and her really visible varicose veins and her pointed toe shoes that seemed way too small because the skin from her feet pushed up out of them a bit.
None of that is stuff my family would have been like “Hey, remember blah blah?”
I had the absolute coolest set of Tonka trucks and I bet my parents remember them too.
I did too! I know my dad remembered them because he was really excited about it when I opened the presents.