throw on a purple, glittery Justice jacket,
lace up my converse high tops,
and brace the summer heat
to gossip with a friend?

I remember, I spent almost every day from when I could walk to middle school with the daughter of the mother who made absolutely mouth-watering pan-fried pork buns -- whether that be because of Asian parent negligence or because of the pan-fried pork buns (perhaps both), who knows -- but I was never bored.

And it wasn't because we had an endless amount of baking recipes to try or pillow forts to build.