recrudesced

"If you could return to a place you once lived, where would you go?"

No offense to any of my friends in Virginia, Arkansas, and Florida, but if given the chance, I'd head back over to Alaska.
It's been years since I've visited and with good reason. I went through the first three years of grade school there (if you count kindergarten) and most of the people I knew are probably long gone (add on the fact that it was an Army base and the chances of meeting an old acquaintance are super slim). Still, I think it'd be fantastic to visit and stir up memories that seem like fundamental building blocks of my childhood.
I always found it funny that, upon seeing the Northern Lights for the first time, my father was more surprised over the fact that I knew the technical name for the phenomena at such a young age.
"It's the aurora borealis, daddy," I said nonchalantly.
Such a bratty kid.

(I'd also like to take this time to note that, in an attempt to stay consistent with my monthly blogging, this entry was done on my lunch break while I was on the toilet.

DETERMINATION.)