there are certain memories that are just swirling around in my brain. they refuse to sink to the bottom and be lost in that mess of discarded moments, i guess. most of them don't mean anything, i'm sure. but they just won't go away. i think about them at weird times. stoplights. taking tests. listening to people. maybe someday i'll tell you about them. they probably won't be that interesting and they probably won't be that deep. just the weird stuff you remember from growing up.
the other day at a stoplight, i had a flashback to sitting an inch away from the tv, watching inspector gadget in my red mini convertible. i could not have been more than 3 or 4 years old.