My mom made a cake with apples.
Not an apple cake, I don't like those, too sweet and full of mushy apples, a cake with apples on top.
I cut a slice and heated it up for 14 seconds, when I took a bite the smell of being 12 filled me in and turned me over for 10 seconds.
For 10 seconds my grandma was alive, for 10 seconds I didn't have a chronic disease, for 10 seconds it was cold and I was finally home from school, for 10 seconds I didn't have my period, for 10 seconds I was bored.
As I think about it tho I realize that for 10 seconds I didn't have my beautiful and fun first kiss, for 10 seconds I hadn't been to my amazing high-school, for 10 seconds I hadn't been to new cities, I hadn't attended my first concert, I hadn't had my heart broken and healed, I hadn't met my favorite public figure.
So today I beat nostalgia.













