jcdwriter had an awesome idea and I begged it off her

So what would my childhood aesthetic look like? Idk I'm spitballing here but here we go

Crowded backseats, creaking swings, mirror girls, horse sketches, toy catalogs, snowsuits on the floor, book stacks, crooked buttonholes on doll clothes, My Journal: Private!, parroting Spanish vocabulary, stick archery, girl's clubs, good climbing trees, the tentative step into cold lake-water, dark sleepy nighttime car rides, bike races, Lord of the Rings, imaginary horse rides, hand-drawn coloring books.

Okay so my main conclusion from this is that I did not have a childhood conducive to generating aesthetics.

On the note of bikes, did anybody else pretend their bikes were horses

and/or ride around the house x infinity because you weren't allowed to leave the property

and feel your heart burst inside you with the wild, exhilarated energy of speed

and pedal up hills and feel your velocity dying and it is you versus the hill and yOU WILL WIN AGAINST THIS PETTY CHANGE IN TERRAIN

and your own bike is basically a dream come true and you are so possessive and affectionate with your bike because after all it is practically a living thing

I mean you feel it winging under you in those glorious moments of exhilaration and you are one with the bike

not to mention that sometimes it secretly is a horse

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Okay I'll stop now

That right there was my entire childhood aesthetic I didn't need the other thing