Star Wars and Dora the Explorer were my entire life as a kid, and bits of my memories traced back to Winnie the Pooh. My childhood was like its own separate world, a part of a different dimension. It was the storage room for childish innocence, affinities, hobbies, and it had been a while since I visited that chaotic territory.
Atlanta wanted to go to the movies today, and I wasn’t jumping on the idea but I was fine doing anything with her. She watched all of the Star Wars movies, and when she found out I was a fan, she suggested we give Rogue One a go at the theatres.
Mom was happy to let me go, and I grabbed my car keys. Atlanta made a whole plan for us to spend the day, and I was her GPS. I went to get her at her porch door, and was relieved when she opened the door instead of Caspian
