Childhood

God im really feeling it rn so basically js talk abt ur childhood in the comments and ill type "cool"

So my dad used to take me to this fast food restaurant, and id love it so much bruh.. we would go on his motorcycle and i was really small at the time, so i would throw up after eating. We would always go at night for dinner. Even tho i knew i would throw up, i ate it anyways. Nowadays, i keep going back there. My family keeps telling me to stop cuz it isnt really a 5 star typa place. I dont know why i keep coming back. I think its because i cant accept the fact that ill never have those days back. My dads busier now, all the workers were replaced, and now i can finally stomach the food. Id give anything for those days back.