{"id":1886,"date":"2022-06-03T18:36:02","date_gmt":"2022-06-03T18:36:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/?p=1886"},"modified":"2023-06-24T01:06:41","modified_gmt":"2023-06-24T01:06:41","slug":"childhood-nostalgia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/2022\/06\/03\/childhood-nostalgia\/","title":{"rendered":"childhood nostalgia"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><em>Featured in the 2022 Spring Issue of Rambunctious<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">childhood nostalgia\nGabby McNally, '24\n\nimagine you are taken back in time,\n     the couch is not comfortable once broken in and slept on.\n          when your face meets leather, your sink right into the side,\n               you are invisible.\n                    when sleep-spit coats your pillow and cheek, there\u2019s static while you slumber,\n                         and childhood nostalgia stings.\n\non the trampoline in the backyard,\n     near the dead cat cemeteries, you are not told you\u2019ll go flying without the cage.\n         (to you, that means you\u2019ll fly, maybe you will fly away)\n             your fingers just get stuck in springs.\n                and the faded circle that marks the spot of your brother\u2019s old footprints\n                     free days were spent high in the air.\n\nquesadillas, but from the kitchen,\n    and ninja turtles in the present day, always on your old tv.\n       parents fighting, parents crying as you try to take a nap,\n           red light, blue light, loud, bright flashlight\n               your tears sting, too, but not worse than bruises do, or more than\n                   melted ice cream, reflecting back childhood nostalgia.\n\n  \nafter all, things are so simple,\n    you have bowls with straws, plates with compartments. cups with animals alike.\n        the candy drawer, the clip drawer, the eldest, weakest drawer,\n           the sharp edge of the table hit your bruised knee,\n               again. the nail polish stains, and the clay\u2019s still in\n                   the carpet. and to think, it\u2019d be hell to go back.\n\nyou want to see how things are doing,\n     but your dad would never go down that street, he\u2019d never even go back again.\n        the only family he ever could have had, the last resort he\u2019d never known.\n            if only fists were ample mouths to explain\n                things the dread he feels for making you\n                    if only we didn\u2019t look best in red and blue.\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gabby McNally, &#8217;24<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"full-width-single-post.php","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[51,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1886"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1886"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1886\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2285,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1886\/revisions\/2285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1886"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1886"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1886"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}