#childhood memory

[pennymations]

A personal comic I made in honour of my late mother, who passed away ten years ago this month. I will admit that was one of the hardest comics I've ever had to make. I miss you so much, Mom.

[whatsupbeanie]

When I was a kid, there were these old pipes that went nowhere sticking out of the ground near our house. I was convinced these were entrances to the houses of little magical creatures that lived underground. I often send them little "gifts" like dandelions for their salads.

[wolfbluebird]

For As Long As I Can Remember

Before You Knew What It Meant

Pairings: Youngerish!Wanda x Kid!You

Word Count: 0.6k

Summary: A brief flicker into your past, to the exact moment that you knew Wanda was the most perfect woman in your life, even though you didn’t exactly know what that meant, just that the title of that belonged to her and only her.

The rain had been falling all day, drumming gently against the windows while you sat curled up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around your small frame. Your mom had gone out to run errands, and Wanda had offered to stay behind and keep an eye on you. She was in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred something on the stove, the smell of tomato sauce filling the house.

You loved when Wanda was over. She was your favourite of all your mom’s friends — warm, soft-spoken, and always ready to give you her full attention. When she was around, you never felt like the kid stuck on the sidelines of adult conversations. With Wanda, you were always part of things.

“Sweetheart, are you hiding under there again?” Her voice floated in from the kitchen, teasing but affectionate.

You poked your head out from the blanket. “I’m not hiding.”

She appeared in the doorway, hands on her hips, eyebrows arched in mock suspicion. She was younger then, but still just as beautiful — hair falling in gentle waves around her face, green eyes catching the lamplight. You didn’t have the words for it yet, but even at that age you thought she was the most perfect person you’d ever seen.

“Mm-hm,” she said, crossing the room and plopping down beside you. The sofa dipped under her weight, and you immediately scooted closer, abandoning the blanket so you could press against her side. Without hesitation, she draped an arm around you and tugged you in tight. “Better?”

You nodded into her shoulder, and she kissed the top of your head.

The rest of the afternoon blurred together in small, ordinary moments — her brushing your hair while you sat cross-legged on the floor, her patient voice guiding you through measuring flour and sugar for the batch of cookies you begged to make, her laughter when you smeared chocolate on your cheek without realising it. She wiped it away with her thumb, shaking her head. “Messy thing. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Later, when dinner was over and the rain had quieted, she carried you upstairs to bed. You clung to her neck the whole way, refusing to let go until she promised she’d sit with you until you fell asleep. She kept her word, tucking the blankets around you before perching on the edge of the mattress.

“Story or lullaby?” she asked softly.

“Story,” you mumbled sleepily.

So she told you one — some fairy tale she half-invented, about a brave little bird who always came home to the same tree no matter how far it flew. Her voice was gentle, steady, like a lull itself, and your eyes drifted shut halfway through.

Before you slipped fully into sleep, you whispered, “When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you.”

For a long moment, she didn’t answer. Then she laughed quietly, brushing her fingers through your hair. “Oh, darling… one day you’ll find someone who’s perfect for you. Someone who’ll love you the way you deserve.”

“I already did,” you muttered stubbornly, words slurred with drowsiness.

She sighed, kissed your forehead, and pulled the blanket higher over your shoulders. “Rest now. I’ll always take care of you.”

And you believed her. With your head against the pillow and her presence beside you, you drifted off certain of one thing: as long as Wanda was around, you would never be lonely.

[webkinz-t0yb0x]

my favorite books my mom read to me as a kid ♡

[sillykrissy]

💦 Water Hose! 💦

🫧☀️🫧☀️🫧

(💦) here's one of my childhood memories! i remember playing a lot with the little spray nozzle attachment on the hose that has all the different settings!

(🌧️) my favorite settings were shower and mist! i used to pretend that i was magically making it rain when i used the shower one and then i thought the mist one kinda looked like a snow storm??? i also loved seeing how sparkly my hair looked when i went back inside!

(🌱) i forgot to schedule a post yesterday, so i decided i'd just wait and post it today instead. hope you all have a super happy day!

🫧☀️🫧☀️🫧

[shypervydolly]

ALL THE TIME I SPENT HAVING A CRUSH ON TMNT2012 RAPHAEL AS A LITTLE GIRL…

… PREPARED ME FOR HAVING A CRUSH ON ATSV MIGUEL NOW <3

[alexielmovienights]

Happy Ghostbusters Day 👻

Small Ghostbusters memory.

The first movie hit theaters before my Ghostbusters era, but the book found me later.

Problem solved! 🤣👻📖