...I'll get mad at you.

I haven't even said what I was going to do...

So far.

I wonder if we'll be recalling this after we become adults. This day when we all looked at an antlion together...

It really is a rare memory, but couldn't you instead keep the memory of making head wreaths?

Story dripping with delusions from Mourning 150 "What I remember is the antlion"