nrrd

I am having such a nostalgia attack for the Time Life series of science books I had as a child. I had a hard time remembering the exact name of the series, but when I found this cover and saw the little cartoon boy (looking suspiciously chibi), the smell of the memory came back to me. Even the deep feeling of regret I had because I got some food on the slick shiny pages and the light stains it left in some of my favorite books of all time. I have such few memories from that part of my childhood. I miss feeling that invincible, that competent. Like I was always pleasantly surprising everyone with my accomplishments and abilities. I liked nothing better than to learn about the world. I liked answering questions, and I liked a challenge. I feel like I’m a long way from that now.