dinosaur.

We drove around in circles through my old neighborhood, trying to find the blue house that I lived in when my grandad was still alive. For some reason, I love to see that house. It reminds me of life before I moved, before my grandad''s funeral, before I realized I was adopted, and before my young mind started to want to know all the answers to questions I wasn't ready to delve into yet.

In any case, we drove. Us two, alone, driving through the place for which I have some of my fondest memories.
We saw the playground I can only ever remember going to a few times. The big purple dinosaur jogged my memory. I made him park and come play, even if it was only for a minute or two.

Sometimes, I feel the need to crawl back into the small spaces of time where I was comfortable. I need to sit on that purple dinosaur and know that I still fit, and that I'll still have fun on it. I need to walk up the side of that big hill, clinging onto trees, looking down at the creek far below.

I have a problem letting go of my past, because up until this point, I've been able to go on without ever really having to.
Maybe it's time I learn how.