Hey there again! It’s finally summer, and I’ve been spending my time doing things, but then it hit me how long it’s been since I blogged. I’m sorry. A lot’s been happening, but that’s no excuse, so let’s get into this.
When I was younger, around kindergarten, my aunt and uncle sold their old Indian restaurant and opened up a pizza parlor with my parents. Basically, the pizza parlor was my second home up until about fourth grade.
I went there practically every day after school and would stay until closing. I remember falling asleep on the booths looking up at the gum under the table. It never grossed me out though. My brother and I did our homework there, but we also brought our game systems. We knew every nook and cranny of that place.
All us kids use to go to the back room and box each other with actual boxes, or we’d play wall-ball behind the building with the thousands of mini bouncy balls we had won from the games.
It’s crazy to think of the memories we had in that place. I came to love it there. There was a small arcade and endless pizza. Awesome, right? The pizza place was also in a great location, so there was plenty around us like a bowling alley and an ice cream parlor. It was my heaven.
I think my favorite part was seeing the familiar faces of the recurring customers and the friendly employees I still remember. There was also a fair every year that I’d go to with my cousins and brother. It was amazing.
Being the youngest, I never actually worked unlike the other kids, but I made stuff for myself. I was always so nervous to actually talk to a customer. I still get nervous when I order my own food, but I wish I had worked a few times, because I feel like it would have eased my social anxiety.
Eventually, we had to sell that pizza parlor, since my parents were getting a divorce and problems were arising. My uncle and aunt opened up a few others in different locations, but it wasn’t the same to me. I had lost one of my homes.
Anyways, recently I went with my cousin to one of their pizza places and I realized how reminiscent it made me. I didn’t know anyone, and the games were all different, so it felt so strange and foreign to me. Of course, I devoured way more pizza than I should have, but that’s alright. Going there is what inspired this post though. I don’t know if it was interesting, but it was a puzzle piece to my life.
I hope you’ve all having a great day, and I’ll talk to you guys later. Until next time.