I’ve realized that nostalgia is bittersweet. It can really be triggered by anything— all the things you used to watch, or the foods you used to eat.. all the fun that kept you so preoccupied— you never felt the summer’s heat. Or maybe it’s the thought of fast forwarding your blockbuster rentals until the movie started, then rewinding it in the end so you’ll return it how you got it. Or remember when you got your first cut? How it didn’t even hurt until you began to see blood?