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Probably some exchange of childhood stories. Idk I don't got much going on recently (not that I would like to share anyways, like telling people I often binge watch TV shows at home is kinda cringe tbh), and I feel like its easier to bond over relatable history like what are some of your happiest moments in childhood (or even bittersweet/sad ones depending on how close we get, like to form a bond over shared trauma... you know).
Speaking of memories, one just randonly popped up, I sort of remember going like out of state to a Six Flags thing when I was living in NYC. Like my relatives all went there. Entire drive was like idk 2,3,4 hours? No idea, didn't keep track of time. I kinda threw up on the way, like a fucking lot. So many people. First thing I get there was get food lol (cuz I threw up everything remember, so I was hungry lol).
Meh, rollar coasters were kinda scary, idk how me as a young-adult right now could even do what kid-me did. Like the fear of heights thing would kill me. I mostly played around the water areas.
It was quite memorable, but somehow the memory kinda just stayed dormant for most of the time till now.