prompt-by looking at me you would never know that...
By looking at me you would never know that I still crave Archie's comics.
Imagine an eight year old on the watch for her elder sister before she got caught for running off with the latest 'Archie's. Her young mind would be enthralled by the Riverdale kids as she cheered for Betty in the Veronica-Archie-Betty love triangle. She would guffaw as Reggie nearly got away with asking Midge for a date behind Moose's back. But her all-time favorite was Jughead with his bottomless pit-like stomach, kooky hat and wise remarks.
Years later, I found myself excitedly following up on the big moment when Archie finally has to choose between Betty and Veronica to spend the rest of his life with. As I read on, I smiled as I gradually realized that the child within me was as fascinated as the first time she laid hands on an Archie's issue. I was happy to let that kid resurface after so long. Yes. I am nineteen. Yes. I am standing on the threshold of adult life. But that does not mean I tell myself that I'm too grown up to enjoy a favorite childhood pastime. Rather, I feel that after a dose of such simple pleasures, I'm ready to take on the world again.
By looking at me you would never know that I still crave Archie's comics.
Imagine an eight year old on the watch for her elder sister before she got caught for running off with the latest 'Archie's. Her young mind would be enthralled by the Riverdale kids as she cheered for Betty in the Veronica-Archie-Betty love triangle. She would guffaw as Reggie nearly got away with asking Midge for a date behind Moose's back. But her all-time favorite was Jughead with his bottomless pit-like stomach, kooky hat and wise remarks.
Years later, I found myself excitedly following up on the big moment when Archie finally has to choose between Betty and Veronica to spend the rest of his life with. As I read on, I smiled as I gradually realized that the child within me was as fascinated as the first time she laid hands on an Archie's issue. I was happy to let that kid resurface after so long. Yes. I am nineteen. Yes. I am standing on the threshold of adult life. But that does not mean I tell myself that I'm too grown up to enjoy a favorite childhood pastime. Rather, I feel that after a dose of such simple pleasures, I'm ready to take on the world again.