So, today I was trying to think of a particular memory for a memoir paper I'm suppose to turn in tomorrow (cuz procrastination iz wat all the cook kidz r doin)

I wanted a memory that wasn't depressing, since it sounded like he expected everyone to turn in something sad. Not me. Nope. I wanted a particular memory that was happy, or hilarious.

And then...BAM!! I got it.

When I was around 6 years old, I remember swinging on the swing set at the south end park of my town. I was swinging in the opposite direction, facing a large part of land that went downhill, with a small building where the restrooms were.

So, I was just swingin', minding my own business, when suddenly--

BATMAN COMES JUMPING OUT FROM BEHIND THE BUILDING, LOOKS AROUND HEROICALLY, AND THEN DISAPPEARS BEHIND THE BATHROOM BUIDLING AGAIN, AND I NEVER SAW HIM COME BACK AROUND.

I am not kidding. I had a (somewhat) personal encounter with Batman as a child. Maybe that's why I like Batman so much...

So I thought: "Yeah. This should bring in a few lulz."

It was either this, or the story of when my youngest sister, Sarah, was a tiny baby, my mom was driving on the highway bridge, and Sarah's door just swung open. She wasn't even buckled into her goddamn car seat! I had to save the day...

It was terrifying D8

So yeah, enough of my stupid nostalgic stories.