
ahhh the rem(a)inders of youth. spring was always marked by field trips to the mall. elementary school especially brought about the monotony of yet another journey to the national air & space museum. even to this day I hesitate to return...something about the smell of the carpets and large metal objects protruding from the ceiling waiting to drop on my head at any moment deter me the most, but I did finally return and much to my surprise the one object of bliss that made those long days of yesteryear endurable was still available to purchase, astronaut ice cream, a yummy yet over priced delight to be saved for enduring the bus ride home. while I debated over reliving my childhood I came to the conclusion that sometimes the comforts of childhood memories are better left in the heart and not on the palette.