I never got to experience what it felt like to go underneath the colorful parachute they used to have in P.E
I don’t think it was personal, or maybe it was, but it still hurts the same.
I mourn for my younger self who was upset, but I want to sob.
I see everyone reminiscing about how magical it was and how it was a core part of their childhood, how they wish to go back to that time.
I hope I never meet my younger self, I could never comfort them the way they needed, nobody could.
When I think back about the rainbow parachute I get a pit feeling in my stomach, that I may never experience it the way others did, or maybe never will. Now nostalgia makes me feel sick.