Ah DSi Paint. Such memories to be reclaimed upon my login. Although I admit that looking through the history of my old profile, I can cringe and reflect on what an IDIOT I was as a child. But I do also remember all the growth and fun I had because this platform existed. Some people older than I had new grounds and the boon of other mainstream social media, but I myself stumbled upon this site and grew alongside many others. From MysticalZoey running into chat rooms screaming “Moobies” to everyone getting in a tizz over spelling salt water and leaving out the space, thus unintentionally creating a curse word; these are some core childhood memories I tell people at my grown up job, only to very small laughter (even from software developers who should get a kick out of a censoring algorithm detecting an encased word) because they do not understand the memories of this site. Staying up late to enjoy hullbreach being in the chat and being terrified of doing something wrong and being banned…. Too many memories to count. But as I continue on in my life, I doubt this will stay a part of me. I even doubt my probability of coming back to see if my post was seen by anyone or if this is a careless speck of dust in the wind. None of the people on my friends list are on, and even if they were would the remember me? I think not. But what matters is that these experiences happened, and that there isn’t anything that can happen that will take them away from me.