"Ewww...", you say to yourself as you find an old, yellowish crumb pressed and integrated into the very fibre of one of your many notes, discoloured and with dust sticking to it and you have not an inkling of an idea of what it might be and how it could have gotten there.
Close friendships, trespassing, laughter, angst, tromping through forests, playing tag, drinking, character development, silly weirdos having fun, complicated familial dynamics, hurt/comfort, nostalgia for a simpler time, and so SO much more?