Distant memories of when I was a child.
A vending machine at the bus station that sold hot hamburgers wrapped in foil.
How was that possible?
A wedding invitation on a public noticeboard inviting everyone as a guest.
A huge painted sign on the roof of a house declaring “This couple live in sin”.
What does that even mean?
An orange and brown knitted poncho that I wore to church every Sunday.
I thought I looked great.