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I remember that water tastes sweet after an artichoke.

I remember eating all 100 Froot Loops off my necklace on the 100^th day of school in kindergarten.

I remember the carefree feeling of skating down Lake Street.

I remember falling asleep in Russian class.

I remember pickled cabbage with apples from the bright blue store on the corner.

I remember the first time I tried a Hot Cheeto.

I remember the Halloween Carnival.

I remember being Aphrodite for the school paper in 8^th grade.

I remember sporks, skip-its, hand games, monkey bars, and hopscotch.

I remember never getting into Sailor Moon or Pokemon.

I remember being allergic to lactose, chocolate, peanuts, citrus, sugar, pollen, dust, and fish.

I remember doing my hair ridiculously for the high school placement test.

I remember playing house.

I remember naming all of my dolls Liza.

I remember good and bad day camps.

I remember my first and only physical lfight with a girl named Sierra.

I remember buying new jeans by myself in 8^th grade and then wearing them to a white elephant party.

I remember Club 18 dances.

I remember a lemon popsicle at a picnic and being afraid to jump into the pool.

I remember green medicine flowers on my chicken pox.

I remember the day my brother was born.

I remember hazelnut gelato in Italy.

I remember the ice cream cart at Dolores Park.

I remember tying bows to my grandpa’s hair.

I remember pulling up carrots at the summer house in Russia.

I remember my first discovery of instant oatmeal.

I remember eating Ramen noodles raw.

I remember wiggling loose teeth all day until they came out.

I remember sliding down carpeted stairs on my bottom.

I remember the metal bottoms and translucent ribbons of my shiny black tap shoes.

I remember being stuck at the top of the rocket ship at the playground.

I remember thinking that everybody but me in the world is a monster that only turns into a human once I look at him, and turn back when I look away. Now I think that that was a very twisted way of thinking that the world revolves around me.

I remember band-aids always falling off.

I remember the pointlessness of gym class.

I remember the 7th grade trip to Yosemite.

I remember hoping for a rose to be sent to me during homeroom on Valentine’s Day, and the only time I ever got one was when my friends were playing a prank on me.

I remember the 7th grade trip to Yosemite.

I remember that the pads of my bra fell out in 8th grade during lunch, and Max saw.

I remember correcting my friends’ grammar until they started keeping track of it and made me cry.

I remember the time Becky’s mom read my diary.

I remember loving Kool Aid and Wonder bread.

I remember getting my ears pierced in the mall when I was 3 and getting a lollipop, like after a shot.

I remember everyone going crazy over "buy 1 get 2 free" tapioca bubble milk tea at Quickly.

I remember putting tally marks on a dusty car for every day we walked by it and it still wasn’t cleaned.

I remember whimit.com.

I remember when my grandma could play soccer.

I remember throwing up in ski class and then everyone had to go back to the lodge because of it.

I remember summers at Pinecrest Lake.

I remember hating all my haircuts until I was 10.

I remember being afraid to feed the goats at the petting zoo because I thought they would bite my fingers off.

I remember that giraffes have the same number of neck bones as humans, the bones are just longer.

I remember that Ms. Ho and Ms. Webb from middle school may or may not be sisters (but we’re almost certain they are).

I remember that the bassist in that New Orleans jazz band went to the same Passover Seder as we did.

I remember, in first grade, thinking that Christianity and Judaism were the only religions in the world.

I remember playing pirates, cannibals, monkeys, squirrels, and adventures with Grisha.

I remember making peanut butter cookies out of all the peanut butter no one would eat.

I remember being unimpressed by animals doing tricks at Marine World when I was 3. They still don’t impress me.

I remember my green jeans that I wore all the time.

I remember my dad’s studio apartment on the roof.

I remember trying in vain to find a craft-like hobby. (Now I knit.)

I remember taking the bus to the end of the line and having an adventure.

I remember getting in trouble for making fun of the substitute teacher with Ellen and Lydia.

I remember that Drew dance and Mark.

I remember my expanding cow collection.

I remember getting my bear.