this blog is dedicated to the mundane parts of childhood. nostalgia is something i feel involuntarily and don't really have positive associations with, but i indulge in it anyway

i am what some may call an age regressor but in the worst ways. what i consider regression is unpalatable. it's mostly being a scared, upset, isolated, and sadistic childhood. reflective of my real childhood. so i don't engage much with the wider "agere" community. you're free to interact though

i was the youngest sibling who watched adult shows with my siblings, so that's the energy here. this blog leans more middle than little despite being oriented around when i was 7-9 years old specifically. this may seem oddly specific but this range has a lot of personal significance to me

i may muse about my own relationship with nostalgia, and the positive/less interesting parts of childhood, so this is a tad more personal than your run-of-the-mill aesthetic blog