dream

When I was about five, there was a birthday party where all the kids made dreamcatchers. This one was actually my sister’s. Mine looked horrendous, and I made such a fuss about how much better hers looked that she ended up giving it to me.

I don’t really remember much else, but I mainly associate this item with the apartment complex we lived in back then. The apartment complex holds many happy memories for most of my family, and this is one of the few things I still have from that time.

It’s not the prettiest, but I think I’ll always keep hold of it. It just feels like something that reminds me of those memories.