Unlike the kind of adult women who delight in a Sally Hansen Crayola collab or Care Bears eyeshadow palettes, the nostalgia factor just doesn't do it for me. I was a miserable child, and most of my memories of my youth involve not trips to Disneyland but rather sulking on family vacations, complaining about being too hot or too cold, and, on a more positive note, the first time my dad showed me a $100 bill. But I do remember this: In first grade, while sitting cross-legged on the carpet as the t...
Unlike the kind of adult women who delight in a Sally Hansen Crayola collab or Care Bears eyeshadow palettes, the nostalgia factor just doesn't do it for me. I was a miserable child, and most of my memories of my youth involve not trips to Disneyland but rather sulking on family vacations, complaining about being too hot or too cold, and, on a more positive note, the first time my dad showed me a $100 bill. But I do remember this: In first grade, while sitting cross-legged on the carpet as the t...
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