sometimes i catch a sniff of this specific smell that brings me back to a place that no longer exists, however i still pass everyday. all that's left of it is a tiny overgrown slide and a few memories. their driveway was frozen over, yard covered in snow. my mother knocked on the thick brown door while i stood infront of her in a thick jacket. i would be greeted, and my mom would leave to pick me up later. and there came the smell. the floor was a navy blue, nearly dark gray. i'd turn to my left and have my friend boot up the PS3. we would play minecraft bedrock edition, specifically the pre-made worlds. having Kyoto - C418 play for hours and hours. he had a whole gym in the next room, we would mess around with the weights together. in the living room drawers under the TV, he would show me his pokemon card collection. we'd put on our boots and winter clothes, run into the snow that reached our waists. outside was the same old, dirty, decaying slide that sits there today.