Cold peanut butter M&Ms.
The smell of freshly cut grass.
Monster Lo-Carb Energy Drinks.
Those good 'ole Clemson Tigers.
(Even when they break my heart.)
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Unexpected phone calls from old friends.
Back country roads with the windows rolled down, the wind in my hair, and the music blasting through the speakers. (It's, hands down, the number one thing I miss about my hometown.)
Catching a whiff of a random scent that takes me back to my childhood.
Examples: Avon Skin So Soft takes me back to Camp Pine Hill because we smothered ourselves in the stuff to keep the mosquitoes away at night; Banana Pudding takes me back to weekends spent at my Granny & Granddaddy; Old Dusty Buildings take me back to elementary school
Dogs. All dogs.
Dancing and singing.
Hippies. The music, the peace, the clothes, the hair, the groovy-ness.
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Sitcoms. Sitcoms. Sitcoms. Reality TV is for the birds.
The real, raw truth. Memoirs and journals. Biographies about real people who've beaten addiction or overcome a debilitating mental illness. I'm in total awe of the strength they must possess to tackle those demons head on.
Freckles, and scars, and all of the stuff that makes us unique.
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Drinking out of plastic cups. No glass, plastic only.
Accents.
Corny jokes. Hearing someone laugh at whatever silly thing I've said is the stuff my dreams are made of.
T-shirts, cut off's, and flip flops. I'd wear nothing else if I could; you can keep the dresses.
Love the new look! I also do not like glass....plastic please!
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