You know that feeling?

You know that feeling when you remember when everything was just so right?
When you didn't want to let go of the love you had that night?
You know that feeling when you felt tingles up your spine reading Goosebumps?
When you just wanted to throw the book down but you couldn't?
You know that feeling when you got a tiny bit scared in Home Alone 1, but by Home Alone 3 you were laughing like crazy?
When you just couldn't pick between what to watch; Wishbone, Where in the World is Carmen San Diego? or The Magic Schoolbus?
You know that feeling when you recorded your first crush and it felt so magical?
When you kept denying that you liked girls, when it was so the opposite?
You know that feeling of super excitement when you got Windows 95 and you played solitaire?
When you thought Sega Genesis wasn't as good as Super Nintendo?
You know that feeling of pure sadness in the Lion King when Mufasa dies?
When you couldn't pick between Aladdin or Beauty and the Beast?
You know that feeling of victory when you'd own at Headsup 7up in class?
When you finished every sentence with "NOT" and a laugh?
You know that feeling of being so content, being so young, and enjoying life outside and not around screens?
When you couldn't wait to go on a Scouts or Girl Guides camping trip?

These are the feelings of great memories.
Where would we be without them?


-Tyler Stunna-

Passing Thoughts.

I sometimes stare and I recall places and people I had thought I had forgotten. I see images and videos that remind me of a time where I was once enjoying a life I did not totally appreciate. Remember Super Soakers? This for instance brings back memories of lawns, sunny Sundays, and heated competition. I remember writing chalk in the rain, and I will always remember large, almost obnoxious sunglasses that really hid more of one's face than revealed it. I remember the lake, how dark and entrancing it used to be to simply stare at the bottom, imagining you were simply just a creature in a lake of the free. I guess I really enjoyed the boat rides, the farmer's markets, the smell of the sea, the looking down the stairs (what felt like went on forever) on my tummy, the DQ trips with Dad, and the long talks with Mom. I know without the parents I have, and the places I've seen, and the activities I've tried, it wouldn't be possible without my parents. And I love them. My parents are the greatest influence and the great providers in my life. My Mother is easily the most respected person in my life, and without her to keep me in line, I'd literally be Ted Bundy. My Father, who spent so many hours playing road hockey, who took me water skiing, who drove me wherever I had to play hockey, is the greatest Dad I could ever ask for. And I love him.
I thank my parents and my family for the wonderful memories I have enjoyed in my life. I am so proud of my family.

This picture reminds me of my cottage in the Muskoka's. and the Kee, in Bala, which I visit every year =)

-Tyler Stunna-