Dear childhood, Why can’t I come stay with you forever?

Have you ever had one of those moments of overwhelming nostalgia? You know, when you smell a favorite food from your childhood, see a cartoon for the first time in 15 years, or read your nephew a book that you had forgotten was one of your favorites as a child?

If not, it’s quite a powerful moment. And I just had one. In fact, my stomach clenched, my eyes almost teared up and I experienced a powerful wave of sadness for the briefest of seconds as I realized I had forgotten an important part of my childhood. It certainly is trivial by adult standards, but I remember it being a very crucial component to me at age 7.

What could have caused this response, you ask? Why it’s no one other than Spot the Dog!


I saw this picture today in one of the blogs I regularly read, and was immediately transported back to my childhood when I owned this exact stuffed animal. I somehow had managed to get a piece of gum stuck in Spot’s fur and was bemoaning the fact that he’d never been 100% clean again (as I tried in vain to pick out all of the offending gum). I remember he always had a little spot on the back of him where a small amount of hardened gum remained.

Now, I’m not the type of person who remembers my childhood with much clarity – in fact, there are whole portions of my adolescent years I’ve tried to block out – so this came as quite a surprise. Spot had been out of my head for years, and suddenly I was assaulted by a specific memory within an instant of seeing that picture. I just wish there were easier ways of harnessing all this data stored deep in the depths of those filing cabinets in our head.

Has anyone else had a similar experience with childhood memories?


One thought on “Dear childhood, Why can’t I come stay with you forever?

  1. aww, I remember your Spot – but I didn’t remember the gum! Poor thing. I get this sometimes when I read Liam a book that I read as a kid – or even scarier, when HE reads one! He read the Giving Tree last night – MY copy of it from when I was a kid. Worse, though – I was near Granny’s house a few weeks ago for a funeral, and asked Matt to drive by. Talk about nostalgia – it’s not all that different looking on the ourtside. The “outhose shed” is still there – I was tearing up trying to explain that one to Matt.


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