That old factory.

There is something about the yeasty dough and cold meat smell of a pizza shop that bring me back years when I worked at one, but more importantly spending time at them as a kid. It's amazing the flood of birthday parties and late night pizza and video games.

Childhood is so fast. I wish someone would have grabbed me by the ears and told me to enjoy it while is lasts. Then again, if I knew it was temporary, I may not have enjoyed it as much; anxious about the approaching end.

It's the endlessness that made it magic. Summers lasted a lifetime and I was convinced I would never be a grown-up.

Dammit.